390 Chapter 64 - A Night With Irene (2)
I felt the smooth sole of her foot press against my throbbing dick, sending a wave of heat through me. Every movement was deliberate, her soft flesh sliding up and down the full length, teasing me with just enough pressure to make my body tense up. The friction was perfect—her foot gliding over my cock in a way that had me gripping the edge of my seat. A shiver ran down my spine as she continued, her smooth sole working my length like she knew exactly how to push my buttons.
I glanced up at her. She was giving me that sultry, seductive look, her eyes heavy with desire, but still playing it cool—popping food into her mouth like nothing was happening. Under the table, though, her foot was busy. She was good at this. I didn't stop her. I just let it happen, feeling her foot stroke me up and down, the slickness of pre-cum starting to coat her skin, adding more wetness to the rhythm of her movements. Each stroke felt like a tease, and it had me aching for more.
But then she stopped. Just like that. The absence of her touch left my dick pulsing with need. She bent down, pretending to grab something under the table, the tension in the air thick and erotic. The way she took her time, dragging it out, only made it worse. I could still feel the lingering heat from her touch, making my cock twitch in anticipation.
When she straightened up, she fake coughed, placing one hand balled up on the table, like she was hiding something. Then she slowly extended her hand toward me, her eyes locked on mine with that same seductive smile. I glanced down, catching sight of the maroon fabric, and immediately knew. She was handing me her panties.
"Take it," she whispered, her voice like a low purr, dripping with sinful temptation.
I grabbed them, and the moment I touched the crotch, I felt the wetness. Warm, slick. Her pussy had soaked through them, and now, they were in my hand. I shoved them into my pocket, my fingers still damp from her arousal.
"So," she murmured, leaning closer, her voice low and teasing, "aren't I the best? If you pick me, I'll be this kind of woman just for you. Only for you, Leon."
Her words were like poison, seductive and dangerous. It was like the devil whispering in my ear, promising me everything. But no matter how tempting it sounded, I wasn't giving in.
Before I could respond, she pulled her hand out from under the table. Her fingers were slick, glistening with her own wetness.
She leaned in, her lips almost brushing against mine, and slowly dragged her wet fingers across my mouth. The slickness from her fingers spread over my lips, and as I tasted it, the familiar flavor of her arousal hit me. But this time, it was different—almost sweeter, like her desire was laced with something more intoxicating.
Then, in a whisper so low that no one else could hear, she said, "If you tell me you want me right now, I'll let you. Whatever you want, Leon... I'll do it for you."
My brain short-circuited. I couldn't think, couldn't process anything but her words and the heat between us.
Without thinking, the words tumbled out of my mouth.
"I want you right now."
Her lips curled into a sly smirk, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Fufufu... Let's finish eating first, then we'll head back to my place. We can have all the fun you want there."
My appetite for food disappeared in an instant. All that remained was the burning hunger for her, a need that was growing by the second. My body was aching for her, and the thought of getting her alone, stripping her bare, and fucking her until neither of us could take it anymore was the only thing on my mind.
I couldn't wait to get her home.