Page 55 of Torrid Love

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She blushes. “I have.”

“What’s your vice?” She blinks her confusion. “Porn? Toys? Fingers? Tell me. You can’t shock me.”

“I’m not very comfortable with those.”

Fair enough.

“What’s your trick?”

“Humping my pillow always does it for me… in a big way.” Her cheeks flush in the most seductive shade of pink.

Whoa!

And if the imagery of my sweet Dom chasing after her orgasm, rocking back and forth on a pillow doesn’t make me harder than I already am.

“We’ll definitely have to try the pillow another time.”

“I thought this was just one night, Wolfe,” she sasses.

“If you think I’m going to let that bombshell slide, you’re wrong, Dom. That kind of explosive revelation warrants a second night. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I have to make up for all those losers who’ve let you down.”

She giggles.

But she hasn’t said no.

“You trust me?”

I get a small nod.

“I asked you a question, Dom.”

“I trust you,” she says.

“I’m not convinced.”

“Don’t be silly, Rod. You know I trust you.”

A little better, but I want more.

“Implicitly?”

“Of course.”

“If you trust me, let me make it good for you.”

She readies herself to say something, but I cock an eyebrow in warning.

“Okay.”

I resume my mission.

I undo the button of her shorts, unzip them and glide my fingers underneath the denim fabric. With an eager hand, I push her underwear aside and travel to her pussy.

“What’s that, baby?” I ask, stroking the top of her pussy.

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