Page 117 of Torrid Passion
“It’s been a long week without you. If I’m too rough, you tell me and everything stops. Got it?”
I nod.
“Kyla,” he warns.
“I got it!”
“We’re on the same page?”
“We are.”
When I hear a crinkling sound behind me, I look over my shoulder.
Loki is tearing open a packet.Where was he hiding it?He pulls out a condom and rolls it over his very long cock.
Watching him do that is so damn intimate. So damn sexy.
“How long do we have this lounge for?” I ask, my mouth running away from me.
Loki cocks an eyebrow. He doesn’t answer immediately. Stroking his cock, he nails me with a scorching stare, as he steps closer. “My greedy little slut wants an encore before I even fuck her?”
“I do.”I really, really, really do.
“I’ll fuck you as many times as you can take me,” he says. “Let’s start with round one first,” he tells me. “I want your eyes upfront,” he commands.
I take one last look at his beautiful cock and obey.
Loki places the head of his cock between my wet lips before sliding slowly—agonizingly even—and deep. “Oh, shit, you swallowed me whole,” he growls.
“Oh, God, yes,” I cry at the sensation of fullness.
“Keep your eyes on the action below… on your audience,” he says pulling out of me, leaving only the tip of his cock lodged inside me. “Imagine someone peeks through their window and catches you doing filthy things with a bad boy.”
He pushes into me so forcefully I nearly choke.
“Jesus.”
Tugging my hips back, he starts to move. Long, slow strokes at first that set my whole body ablaze.
“But they’re not shocked, on the contrary, they’re turned on… just as much as we are,” he says.God, what a turn on.“Maybe, they even take matters in theirownhands.”
Heat roars through me. I drop my head and breasts to the glass, hoping the coolness might soothe my body. It’s to no avail. Loki’s dangerous words act as fuel to a raging fire. My nipples are so hard, they could cut through this glass.
“Your tits hanging low like an invitation, swinging each time I thrust my massive meat into your desperate pussy, fueling your audience’s voyeurism. You’re center stage tonight, baby. And my little slut loves it.”
“Mother of God.”
“Can you imagine coming all over my cock in front of strangers, Kyla?”
That last part nearly drives me over the edge.
Loki lets loose.
I exhale on a long, tortured moan that makes it challenging to keep my eyes open. It’s all his fault. The curve in his perfect cock makes his head drag against a part of me that’s eliciting new sensations.
What is this guy doing to me?
“Your cock...” I pant.
