Page 32 of Rotten Men

“Hmm,” she mumbles.

“Red, I asked you a question. Do you love him?” I insist more forcefully.

“He saved me,” she answers with a meek smile.

“Is that why you came back here? To try and save him?”

“I came back asking for justice, Dom. He doesn’t deserve being locked up in jail for something he didn’t do,” she rebukes stoically.

“Always so righteous,” I tease softly, playing with a strand of her blond hair, wishing I could take such liberties forever.

“You mean just?” she counters.

“Same thing, Red.” I grin, and bring her face to mine, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

But my girl has other intentions, so she slips her tongue inside my mouth and deepens the kiss into a fevered blaze. Unable to deny her, I let her have at me, kissing her in the same maddening frenzy she is so keen on keeping. We’re all bruised lips, inquisitive tongues, and clashing teeth. I lift her off her side and bring her to saddle me completely. She never wavers once, keeping her lips on mine, while slowly rocking her heated pussy on my covetous cock. Before insanity hits me in full force, I break away from our kiss and tightly hold her still.

“Tell me the truth, Red. Did you sleep with Gio?”

“Yes,” she pants, her tongue wetting her lips while her forest-green eyes show the same unadulterated fire.

“Why?” I groan as she continues grinding slowly on the part of my body that weeps to conquer her.

“Because I wanted to,” she answers, unashamed.

“Even though you’re married to another man?” I ask, and there is a small tinge of shame that coats her cheeks, but too tiny a feeling to dampen her lust.

“Yes,” she lets out on a bated breath.

“Red,” I grunt almost close to losing my own self-control with her constant rub on my lap, “tell me something else.”

“What?” she almost moans in desperation.

“Do you want me?”

Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree as she confirms her needy desire.

“Did you come here to seduce me?”

“Are you above seduction?” she teases biting my lower lip, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull.

“Not when you’re the one doing it, no,” I admit.

“Then what’s stopping you from taking what has always been yours?” she whispers hoarsely, and that’s all my restraint can take.

I pull the dress over her head, wanting to have her skin touch mine. My girl is of the same mindset as she rapidly unbuttons my dress shirt with eager fingers. I unsnap her bra, my eyes zeroing in on her perfect, pink nipples, and my mouth latches onto one as my hand lightly squeezes the other.

My love is just as ravenous, as she pulls down my zipper, fondling my hardened cock, making its ache all the more uncomfortable to bear. My hungry mouth sucks each nipple to peaked perfection, as she frees my shaft from its confinement. My cock jumps at the feel of her delicate hand on it, and I let out a pleading moan.

“I need you inside me, Dom,” she begs, and I pull away from her cherry peaks, only to plant my lips on hers for another searing kiss. Motivated by animalistic arousal, too tainted with heady passion, I rip a wide hole through her leggings, right at her center, and slip her panties to the side. My fingers meet her wet, welcoming core, and I almost cum with such a passionate greeting alone.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamt about this,” I reveal between ravenous kisses.

“Enough talk about dreams, Dom. I’m real. You’re real. Make us real, too,” she pants, stroking me into oblivion.

“Fuck!” I grunt, lifting her ass just high enough so that I can center myself at her opening and do as she commands. I try to be as gentle as possible with my intrusion, but a desperate moan passes through her lips, silently pleading to give her more. She clings on to me for dear life, her nails biting into my shoulders while sinking her teeth into my neck. I welcome the pain as much as the pleasure. I keep to my hard thrusts, enticed by the sound of her hips bucking against mine. Her walls instinctively clench around me as I shove her down on my hard length. I bite my inner cheek, making the iron tang sweep through my mouth, which keeps me from losing my load at such a miraculous union. Her pussy takes me all in; hot and warm, and oh so inviting. My corded muscles contract so deliciously under her ravenous touch, as I plunge into her warmth.

“Yes! Dom! Yes!” she wails, taking whatever control I may have left.

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