Page 157 of Torrid Love
“What are you waiting for, big boy?”
Slap.
“Ouch. What was that for?”
“You’re too cocky for your own good and it’s a reminder so you know who you belong to while you’re on the road.”
“As if I could ever forget.”
I kiss her neck, caressing her arms. “I love you.”
“I love you so much, Rod.” Something flashes in those blue eyes. “Now, fuck me before I die.”
I should’ve known.
“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckle.
I take a step back, unzip my jeans and lower them to my knees, as I pull down my boxer briefs in one clean sweep. With quick hands, I pull my t-shirt over my head and fling it behind me.
“My boyfriend is a freaking hunk,” she says.
I return her smile.
I fist my cock and stroke it as I approach her.
“Hold on tight, baby,” I tell her.
“Hit me with your best shot, rocker boy.”
She’s in a playful mood.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
I circle her waist with my hands and ram into her with such force, she stumbles forward as her hands slide against the sleek counter top.
“Oh, God,” she grunts.
“Christ, I’m going to miss your pussy.”
I fuck her relentlessly, forcing her hips to slam against the counter. Needing more, I grab her shoulders, pulling her closer into me, letting out a feral growl.
“More, Rod. More!”
Her pleading intensifies our carnal ride.
“You like it when I fuck you hard?”
“God, yes,” she hisses.
I lift my head and stare into her blue eyes.
“Fuck, baby, you look like a woman whose boyfriend is taking really good care of her.”
“He is,” she wails.
I plunge my thumb inside my mouth and move it to her ass. Slowly, I slide it inside her tightness.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” she groans, clenching her asshole around my intrusion.
