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"Don't go to sleep." He rips his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. "We are nowhere near done."

"Not sleeping." I wave my hand languidly. "Just resting up for the next round."

My eyes lock onto the tattoo of a snarling wolf that covers the bulging muscles of his right arm. Below are two words I don't recognize, but I guess what they mean. Famiglia sempre. Well at least the family part.

Sempre probably means loyalty.

Unlike the one on my inner forearm, there's no color in any of the ink.

The intensity of this man tells me that his tattoo probably carries as much meaning for him as mine does to me.

Stop it, brain. Not speculating on who Ares is under all the sexy.

I'm here for one reason only. To turn in my V-card.

Chapter 17: MICELI

Aphrodite devours me with her eyes.

The drapes are open, letting in the city's light, but it's not enough for me. I want to see everything when I get her clothes off.

With the flip of a switch, both bedside lamps glow, bathing my disheveled lover in their warm light.

Her little black dress is shoved up so high over her hips that it's more like a crop top. Wet panties cling to her puffy pussy lips.

A shoe dangles from the toes of one foot. The other dropped in the hall.

Platinum blonde hair is spread around her head in a messy halo on the duvet.

Shucking my slacks and boxers at the same time, my cock bobs free and points straight toward the sensual woman on my bed.

Aphrodite's eyes widen and her little pink tongue comes out and wets her lips. Lips I want to see wrapped around my dick.

But I want inside that sweet pussy even more. Her arousal smells so good and tastes honey-sweet.

"You're big." She licks her lips again.

Nervously?

"I won't hurt you." I don't hurt women. Not even in sex play.

It's just not my thing.

But if this woman wants a sensual spanking? I might overcome my personal preferences.

That round ass is so fucking tempting.

If we had more time, I'd fuck it, but for all her bravado and unrestrained passion, I sense a streak of innocence in my exquisite goddess of love.

She's experienced enough to let a man pick her up in a club and to ride my face like she was born to it though.

I'm pretty sure she's too enthralled with my dick to answer. Which is an answer in itself. Aphrodite wants to feel my thick meat filling her up.

Some thought spurs her into action and she rips her panties off. Then sits up and does the same to her dress. She's not wearing a bra and my mouth waters when her pretty tits come on display.

"You're in a hurry all of a sudden." I reach out and cup those soft mounds and squeeze.

She might not have a big rack, but her tits are a perfect raspberry tipped handful and bouncy as fuck. There are no hard edges on her. My sweet Aphrodite is all soft curves.

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