Page 177 of Torrid Passion
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oooohhhh! My! God!” she yells.
Her whole body goes riding and then she falls backward.
I catch her.
“My poor Kyla,” I chuckle. I grab her in my arms and scoop her up as I stand. “Too much?”
“You…” she pants. “You…” she tries again. “You…” she shakes her head. “Oh, forget it. You already know.”
I laugh.
“I’m a great client?” I chance.
She lets out a weak laugh. “You’re my best client.”
I walk us both to the daybed. One close look at it and I know it won’t survive what I have brewing inside me like a volcano about to erupt.
Plan B.
“This is a bare bones room. We don’t have many options. You got me too worked up to take it slow.”
“When have you ever taken it slow?” she asks.
“Never, I guess, but this is different.”
“In what way?”
“My sexy girlfriend just gave me an erotic performance I’m unlikely to forget for the rest of my life.”
She smiles up at me. “I seduced you?”
“Yeah. Something like that,” I borrow her words. “So you don’t mind it a little rough?”
Her lips stretch into a slow smile. “That’ll be an extra thousand, sir.”
“Man, my tab is bulging as much as my cock.”
She laughs at that. “Good thing both are quitegenerous.”
I cross the room and carry her to the other side before dropping her to her feet.
“Undress me,” I order.
Her eyes light up.
“Oh, you’re good,” she grins.
She unbuttons my black shirt.
She can’t work her fingers fast enough.
“You’re in a rush?” I chuckle.
“I finally get to touch you and have you inside me, so yeah, I am.” I laugh. She slides my shirt off my body and tosses it to the side. With hungry eyes fixed onto mine, she caresses my stomach, gliding her hands up my chest until she reaches my shoulders. “I’ll never get enough of—and I know I’ll never get over—my boyfriend’s perfect chiseled body.”
“You never have to worry. You can use my body whenever… and however you want.”
“Good to know.”
