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The sex was out of this world. I can’t help but think about it, remember it, and wait until we close so I can get right back inside her.
I can smell her, that sweet, musky scent of arousal mixed with the faint tang of sweat. Her tits press against my chest, soft and full, begging to be freed from the Ripley’s shirt she’s wearing.
I can’t resist her. My hands are on her, rough and demanding, yanking the fabric up and over her head. She gasps, her nipples hardening into tight little peaks, begging for my mouth.
“You sure, sweet thing?” I ask softly.
She nods.
I kiss her.
My tongue invades her mouth, claiming her, owning her. She tastes like heaven—sweet and sinful. Her hands stroke my back, nails scoring my skin. It’s erotic, it’s sensuous.
I almost didn’t do this. She’s eight years younger than me. She works for me.
But I can’t resist her anymore. It’s been torture just holding her, kissing her, talking to her, and not taking her.
I break the kiss, trail my lips down her neck, biting and sucking until she’s whimpering.
I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of her panties. It drives me wild. My cock is hard as steel, straining against my jeans, desperate to be inside her.
I cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, and she moans.
“Cain, baby,” she breathes, her voice trembling. I love the way she says my name, the way she calls me baby.
I go down her body, down, down, down, removing her panties as I go. Her pussy is beautiful. She squirms as I look at her.
“You’re sweet everywhere, aren’t you, Faith?”
She blushes. It’s the sweetest thing ever.
I kiss her clit and lap at her folds, savoring the taste of her. She cries out, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I flick my tongue over her clit, teasing her and myself.
“Baby,” she begs.
“Are you sure?” I whisper. I’m desperate for her, but she’s been so careful, and it’s taken so long for us to get here that I don’t want to rush her.
She nods.
I brush a strand of her hair from her face and look into her eyes. “We can stop anytime,” I promise.
“I don't want to stop.” There’s such certainty in her voice that it makes me want to howl with pride. This gorgeous woman wants me.
I undress quickly. Put on a condom. Cover her with my body.
I press the tip of my erection against her entrance.
“You want this, sweet thing?” I can hardly say the words, I want inside her so badly.
“Yes.”
She nods frantically, her eyes pleading. I enter her slowly.
She’s tight, so tight. I groan at the sensation.
I can feel her orgasm building. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock with every thrust.
I reach between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles, and she shatters, her body convulsing as she comes.
