Page 103 of Torrid Love
“I can’t wait for both of us to watch as my cock slides between your tits until I jet my cum all over them.”
“Your words are going to set me on fire,” I plead.
“I’d hold back just enough of my release to mark your heart.” I really should be wary of his wicked grin. “This one, baby,” he says running his fingers up my legs. In a flash, they find my aching clit. He rubs my clit through my panties, forcing my body to cave to his arousing touch.
“Oh, God,” I choke.
I press my face into the crook of his neck and wrap my arms around him. When he gets up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He palms my ass in his large hands and holds me steady as he crosses my kitchen. He places me on the granite counter like a delicate and rare museum artifact.
“Off, before I rip them off,” he says waving his finger at my panties.
“I’m not wearing much. Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Ladies first.”
I really meant to follow his orders, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away.
In his dark wash jeans—designer I’m sure—that hug his thighs in all the right places and black shirt, Rod is as devastatingly handsome as he is when he sports a suit. His body is all muscle. Luckily, his veins don’t pop out like angry vessels and he isn’t built like a fridge. Every inch of his six-one physique was crafted with care by God.
Yup, Rod Wolfe is striking.
“Dom?”
“Sorry, I got distracted.”
“Now you know how I feel when I look at you.”
I blush so fast, I bet there isn’t a part of me that isn’t red.
I return his smile.
I wiggle my way out of my matching lace thong, push it down my legs, and pull it free before dropping it to the floor. Rod’s eyes are on me as he toes off his Italian blue suede ankle boots before removing his shirt and jeans. He rises to his feet before me and without wasting time, he pulls down his boxer briefs.
I shake my head in disbelief at the sight of his massive erection.
Wow!
This gorgeous man is finally mine.
“I know this is only the second time, but I still wonder how the hell it’ll fit,” my eyes are riveted to his cock.
“Are you complaining about my size?” he asks, closing the gap between us.
“It’s a lot to handle.”
“You proved yourself up to the challenge on Saturday.”
“It might take a few tries before I adjust.”
“I’m more than happy to sacrifice my body until it happens… even if it takes a couple hundred tries over the coming week before you get there.”
“Sounds like I won’t be doing much other than having sex.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right there by your side… or inside you… or on top of you. Regardless, it’s all semantics. Just know you’re not alone.”
I laugh. “I’m touched by your concern and your generosity.”
“What are best friends for?” he grins.
