Page 53 of Torrid Love
“Fuck, I’m delirious just looking at you. Tell me you want me to put an end to this madness.”
“Don’t.”
“You sure?”
“I am.”
“I’m warning you, once we start this, I won’t be able to put the brakes on.”
“I’m okay with that,” she smiles wide. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
“Neither have I,” my grin matches hers.
Unable to contain myself, I run a finger from the tip of her chin down between her tits. She follows my trailing finger and when our gaze meets, the lust I read in her sapphire eyes consumes me. The intensity between us is combustive.
I fill up my palms with her plump tits. I knead them greedily, giving her as much pleasure as I rob from her. Her natural breasts jiggle and mold under my touch and she moans for me so beautifully.
“Goddammit, Dom. You’re so beautiful.” I can’t stop devouring her with my eyes.
“You do this to me,” she says.
“No, it’s always been in you. You’re just allowing me to pull it out of you, baby,”
She smiles shyly.
When I let her tits fall against her chest, they hang beautifully. They aren’t Hollywood-huge. They’re fucking perfect.
“I bet your tits taste amazing,” I say, lowering my head.
Her response catches me off guard.
The second she weaves her fingers into my hair and pushes her gorgeous breasts into my mouth like an offering, it’s game over. This is definitely an invitation I can’t refuse.
I flick my tongue across the ridges of her taut nipple and she moans for me again.
“Your tits are exquisite, Dom.”
I nip at her tits, then suck her deep into my mouth.
My sweet Dom brazenly arches her back, demanding more.
Good girl.
I give her what she needs in spades. I suck on her left breast with fervor while my thumb circles the hard nipple of her right breast. Her body trembles under my touch. I heighten my pleasure by groping her into my large palm, relishing the suppleness and bounce of her breasts.
“God that feels so, so good,” she pants, clutching more hair until my scalp burns.
Oh, yeah, baby.
After a few long minutes of sinful play, I release her nipples, ignoring the sound of her protest. Impatient to discover every part of her, I let my hand roam down her stomach until I reach her ripped jean shorts.
She places her hand against mine to stop me.
“It’s okay,” she says.
I frown my confusion. “What’s okay?”
“You––you don’t have to try. It doesn’t work.”
