Page 57 of Torrid Passion
I watch mesmerized as Loki sticks his fingers inside my pussy again. He circles them inside me a few times before pulling them out and bringing them to eye level. His fingers are coated with a slick sheen.
With a sly smile tugging from the side of his lips, he says, “Your turn. Open up.” His eyes fall to my mouth.
“Wh—what?”
“I want you to know how good you taste,” he tells me.
My eyes grow as wide as saucers.
My shock renders me silent for a beat.
“Your first time?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Want to try?”
“Okay,” I nod.
Loki slips both fingers into my mouth.
“Lick.”
I don’t even question his command. I lick off my juices.
My God, what is this man doing to me?
“Fuck that’s hot,” he grunts. “Now I really need to be inside you before my cock explodes,” he says. “Let me get undressed.”
“Okay.”
Loki slides off me and in a blink of an eye, he goes from sophisticated businessman to semi-naked stud. I’ve seen him shirtless in swim trunks or in jeans before, but never in his boxer briefs.
Damn.
Loki’s body nears perfection.
The two guys I’ve been with were fit, but Loki’s badass physique transcends the mere concept of being in shape. His body has been sculpted one workout at a time. He has a solid build devoid of all the unattractive bulging veins caused by excessive strength training. Or steroids.Thank God.
His six-pack has always been impressive, but this close and personal, it’s sinful.
Talk about washboard abs.
The only hair on his upper body is the yummy happy trail—the path to something wonderful.
Loki has the kind ofV muscle you want to run your tongue against.
His bare firm chest showcases a collage oftattoos—all acquired during his days as a roadie for one of the biggest rock bands in the country.
Hismuscular arms are also inked.
His gorgeousness leaves me in awe.
In many ways, the bad boy demeanor is just a front. He’s a really good guy.
“You’re eating me up with your eyes.”
“Shamelessly so,” I grin.
