Page 9 of One Baddie for Three Daddies

Iswing open the door to my apartment, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bianca brushes past me, her arm grazing mine, and a jolt of electricity shoots through me. I close the door behind us, the click of the latch echoing in the quiet room.

“So, what now?” she asks, turning to face me. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and desire, her lips curled into a coy smile.

I take a step closer, my voice dropping to a low growl. “This.”

I grab Bia by the face, my fingers brushing against her soft skin as I pull her to me. I press my lips to hers, a hunger stirring within me as I taste her again after all these years. Her lips are just as soft, just as sweet as I remember.

She grasps the front of my shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric, pulling me closer. Her other hand snakes behind my neck, her nails lightly grazing my skin. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping against hers, exploring her mouth as if it were uncharted territory.

Her body presses against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my hardening muscles. I slide my hands down her face, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. She shivers under my touch, her breath hitching slightly. She smiles against my lips, a silent invitation to explore further.

And I do. I capture her lips again, pouring all my pent-up emotions into this kiss. I’ve missed her, more than I cared to admit. But now, with her in my arms, it’s impossible to deny the truth. I want her, all of her, just as I did back then. And this time, I’m not letting her go without a fight.

I slide my hands beneath Bianca's ass, lifting her up with a firm grasp, not enough to bruise, but dominantly. She responds without hesitation, wrapping her legs around me, her heels digging into my back. She grinds against me, her heat pressing against my cock, which is already hard and straining against my pants.

Her eyes lock onto mine, a challenge mixed with desire. "You're as impatient as ever, James," she murmurs, her voice a low purr that tingles down my spine.

"And you're as irresistible as ever, Bia," I growl, walking us towards my bedroom. Her arms loop around my neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire that's been dormant for too long.

I kick open the bedroom door, not bothering to turn on the lights. The city lights filtering through the windows cast enough of a glow along her outline. I toss her onto the bed, her laughter filling the room as she bounces slightly on the mattress.

She props herself up on her elbows, her eyes never leaving mine as I stand at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning my shirt. "You know, I love that pantsuit on you," I say, my voice low and husky. "But I think it's time it hit the floor."

She smirks, her fingers trailing down her jacket, slowly unbuttoning it. "Is that so?" she teases, her voice a sultry whisper.

I nod, my shirt now discarded on the floor. "Oh, it is. I want you naked in my bed."

She sits up, her jacket sliding off her shoulders, revealing the silky camisole underneath. Her fingers move to her pants, slowly unzipping them, her eyes never leaving mine. She's putting on a show, and I'm here for it. Every inch of her skin revealed is a memory uncovered, a desire reignited. And I can't wait to have her, all of her, once again.

Bianca teases me, her fingers slowly sliding down the straps of her bra, her eyes locked onto mine. She's wearing this matching lingerie set, pink lace that leaves little to the imagination, and it's shooting desire straight to my cock. It's throbbing, straining against my pants, eager to be freed.

She bites her lip, as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down slightly. My breath hitches, my eyes following her every movement, hungrily taking in every inch of her smooth, dark skin.

"Come here," she says, her voice a sultry purr as she crooks a finger at me, beckoning me closer.

With a growl, I'm on top of her, my hands grasping the flimsy pink lace. I kiss her ferociously, my lips trailing down her irresistibly smooth skin.

I grab the lace of her bra, all but ripping it off her. She laughs, a sound that shoots straight to the burning lust at my core. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, her nails lightly grazing my scalp. I grind against her, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Her fingers trail down my chest, my abs, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She tugs at my pants, her eyes never leaving mine. "Your turn," she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

With a dark smile, I oblige, tugging my pants down, my eyes locked onto Bianca's. Her gaze drops, hungrily taking in every inch of me. There's desire in her eyes, the way she bites her lip, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

"You miss this, baby?" I ask huskily as I stroke myself. Her eyes follow my every move, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

She looks up at me, her eyes dark with lust. "Maybe," she teases, her voice barely above a whisper. But the truth is reflected in her eyes, a hunger that matches my own.

I chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that echoes in the quiet room. "Just maybe?" I ask, taking a step closer to the bed. Her eyes widen slightly, her breath hitching as I lean over her, my hands planted on either side of her head.

"James," she whispers.

"Tell me you want me, Bia," I demand, my voice a low growl. I need to hear her say it, need to know that she's in this with me, that she's not going to run away again.

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching mine. Then, she reaches up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me down to her. "I want you, James," she whispers, her lips brushing against mine. "I never stopped wanting you."

And with that, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss, my body pressing against hers. Her touch is hungry, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me closer as she arches her hips up, her slick folds sliding against my cock.

"Fuck, Bia," I groan, my voice deep and husky. I palm her tits, kneading as my thumbs brush against her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. I dip my head, taking one into my mouth, biting down. She gasps, her hips bucking against mine, her heat pressing against my cock, driving me wild.

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