Page 62 of Torrid Love
“Damn right I can. I’d be a piss poor lover if I allowed that to happen,” he affirms before kissing me softly on the lips.
Quickly, things heat up and our kiss turns ravenous. I get on my toes and wrap one arm around his neck, pulling him closer until my chest touches his. He grabs my free hand and slides it between us, cupping his mighty erection. He feels much bigger than he did earlier. I was so overwhelmed, I didn’t feel the full weight of his cock when he was pressing against me, but now, I do.
“I can’t wait for your hungry pussy to choke my cock, Dom.”
Jesus.
The more he rubs my hand over his erection, the more my whole body heats up.
I look up and meet his lustful gaze. “I don’t know if I can handle you. I mean it,” I admit.
His beautiful mouth breaks into a wide, uninhibited smile.
“We don’t have to rush things. One inch at a time is all it takes. Before you know it, you’ll have swallowed me whole.”
Mother of God and all the Saints above.
While he still holds my gaze hostage, he pushes me to the edge of my king size bed.
“I want you on your back,” he orders.
I do as I’m told.
Rod slides his suit jacket off his wide shoulders and flings it across the room. It lands on the chair near the window.
Of course, he makes the shot.
He sits next to me on the mattress before lying on his side.
“I can smell your headiness, baby. You’re ready for more.”
I’m unable to speak.
His impatient hands grope my breasts and he squeezes them before lowering his mouth. I bring my hands down to his head and weave my fingers in his thick silky hair.
“I could shoot my load just playing with these,” he says, his hot breath caressing my nipples. “But, I’d rather fill you up instead.”
My breath quickens as my excitement heightens to unprecedented levels. Just when I think I’m about to lose my mind from all his dirty, filthy talk, Rod releases my breasts. He sits up, slides off the bed and kneels in front of me.
“These are in the way of my creative process,” he says, waving his finger over my pussy. “Time for them to go. Lift your hips for me, Dom.”
I do.
Rod reaches out and tugs my jean shorts and panties down my legs. My slickness slides down with my underwear. Feeling the unmistakable proof of my arousal is surreal.
“Ohhh,” I gasp, my heart drums faster with every inch.
And just like that, I’m completely naked. And wet again.
Dear God.
My first reaction is to cover myself, but I refrain when I read the disapproval in his eyes.
“Good girl,” he says, eating me up with hungry eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Don’t ever try to cover your body from me, Dom. It’s blasphemy. Got it?”
His words bring a huge smile to my face. “I do.”
“I’m going to take a lot of pleasure painting your pussy with my cum.”
