Page 115 of Torrid Passion
“There’s so much I want to do to you,” I tell her. “So many kinky, lewd and darn right filthy things. I want to mark you in a way no other man has. And no other man ever will. Just thinking of me will make you instantly wet.”
“I’m already there,” she admits, “I was a mess all week. The thought of you left me soaking wet, it was ridiculous.”
And if hearing her confession doesn’t do something to me.
“Did you do something about it?”
“I tried, but…”
“But, what?”
“It wasn’t the same.”
“So your body needs me?”
“Yes,” she hisses. I was perfectly fine with her answer, but what comes next, silences me. “I’ve had time to come to terms with my new reality. I guess that’s why I didn’t reach out. I was a little worried.” A pause. “A second shot of you would only make me need you more… and then what?”
“You have me, gorgeous.”
She turns her head. “Really?”
“Absolutely… as often as you want.”
“Your generosity is touching.”
“I know.”
I lean down and crush her mouth again. As our tongues resume their wild dance, my balls contract like little pendulums reminding me my cock needs attention.
With our lips fused together, my fingers press against her hard clit. My other hand is pressed against the base of her belly, limiting her range of movement. I leave her no other choice, but to surrender. I stroke her clit, rubbing it over and over, my fingers moving in rhythmic circles. It doesn't take long for her to get there.
Her body starts to tremble.
“You’re close?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Is my little slut going to come hard for me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, Loki.”
“You’re such a good slut,” I praise.
I swear she purrs in response.
“Ah, fuck,” she grunts. She’s shaking uncontrollably.
“That's it.”
“Oh, oh, oh.”
“Let it go, Kyla.
“I’m—”
“Give me what I want,” I command trapping her clit between my fingers.
“Good God!” she shouts, her forehead sags against the window. “Oh, Loki. Yes! Yes! Yes!” She bangs the glass with her fists, accentuating each word.
