Page 61 of David's Chase

My eyes fall down his chiseled physique.

You wouldn’t say this is the same man who rocks those high–end suits.

He lifts his arms and runs his fingers through his hair while walking into the shower booth, butt naked, and my eyes rove over his sculpted back and hard, delicious rear.

I felt some of the roughness of that body when I was in bed with him last night.

Of course we didn’t stop when he blasted his load into my mouth. He untied me only to nudge me over and secure my wrists against the headboard.

I waited in bed, hostage to the shockwaves moving through my body, until he returned from the bathroom.

He smelled fresh, had a towel wrapped around his hips, and a mischievous glint in his eye.

The man likes sex. Okay? Let’s start there. His sex drive is only surpassed by his imagination.

He connected my ankles to the bed and had me spread–eagled before he began a delicious torture.

He teased my clit––breathed on it, licked it, and rubbed it before stroking it with a bondage whip.

I thought I’d lose my mind as I was rocking my hips against the bed, trying not to give in to my devouring need for him.

Eventually, I gave up and started to beg again.

This time, I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to ram into me. I wanted to feel his weight on me.

And the sooner, the better.

When he came to me, hovered over me, and trailed my navel with his heavy erection, I wanted to scream my frustration out.

Too bad I was gagged at that point.

So kissing was out of the question, but grunting wasn’t.

My satisfaction was immense when he showed some mercy and drove his hard length into me. I came instantaneously, which I didn’t remember happening before with anyone else.

And that wasn’t it.

He didn’t stop.

As I was basking in the afterglow, he pounded into my body until a new tide rose and broke through me, and then he fucked me hard and fast.

So, yes.

I know a thing or two about that body.

He tosses me a side–eyed glance while I watch the soap suds traveling down his washboard abs to his semi–hard cock. He runs his fist around it and strokes it, his hand moving up and down, hardening the flesh.

“Where exactly do you want to go?” I ask, remembering our previous conversation.

“We can eat out. I know a nice seafood restaurant. And we can visit a friend’s farm and do some horseback riding.”

I move my eyes up.

“I don’t know how to ride a horse.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll ride with me.”

I lift an eyebrow, my mouth open with a smile.

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