Page 109 of Torrid Love
Yeah, she’s been waking up sore every morning this week after riding my cock hard all evening long.
“It’s your fault. You’re the one who tempted me with your irresistible offer. Once I buried myself balls deep inside your wet pussy without a shield, there was no going back,” I whisper in her ear.
Fucking Dom bareback isthe hottest thing I’ve ever done—and I’ve had my fair share of kinky fun with women—but none of those things come close to knowing no other man has ever taken her this way. Filling her with my cum has become my new favorite activity.
“You’re impossible,” she says swatting my arm.
Although the evening sky is already dark and I can’t see her blush, I’m certain her cheeks are flushed.
“So, I did good?”
“Are you kidding me? I love this.” She turns into my arms to face me. “When you said you had big plans for our first date, I thought maybe a nice dinner at an upscale restaurant or perhaps you had hired the services of a top catering company for something fancy at your place or mine, but I never expected anything close to this. Everything is perfect.”
“We can do dinners anytime. There’s only one first date.”
“True,” she concedes.
“I wanted to make sure it was an evening neither of us would ever forget.”
“Mission accomplished!” she smiles.
“I chose this experience because there’s a symbolism to this boat ride. One that characterizes us.”
“You lost me.”
“For years, we’ve been drifting blind to our changing feelings about our friendship. It took a few detours, but we’ve finally docked at the same port.”
“Look at you, Mr. Poet.”
“You like that, don’t you?” I chuckle.
“I do. It’s touching,” she says shyly.
I kiss her forehead. “It’s from my heart.”
She looks up at me, but doesn’t speak.
We’ve been officially dating for four days now and the amazing thing is, I’m not itching to get out.
Dom has me by the balls.
I’m tamed. Willingly.
And I love knowing she’s mine.
I thought my brothers and Loki were going to give me a hard time, but I was wrong. They’re happy I came to my senses. So am I.
When I woke up Wednesday morning with her wrapped around me, I knew our first date had to be memorable. I made a few phone calls and Larkin Gallagher—the owner of Dark Compulsion—came through for me. One of the club members owns a fleet of charter yachts in California. Luck was on my side. I was able to nab a cancellation on the rental of a 59 ft yacht complete with captain, five-star catered meal and plenty of champagne. It’s a lot of boat power for two people, but given the fact I was able to give my girl an incomparable experience, it’s worth it. We set sail at three o’clock this afternoon and we’ve been cruising the Pacific Ocean ever since. Now, we’re both standing on the upper deck soaking in the calmness of the dark sky against the water.
“Turn around,” I tell her.
She squints her eyes suspiciously at me. “Why?”
“I thought you trusted me?”
“Yeah, but the way you’re looking at me suggests you have something up your sleeve, Wolfe.”
“Come on, blondie, stop being so melodramatic.”
