Page 71 of Torrid Passion
My jaw drops as a realization sets in.
She snuck out on me?
What the fuck?
Did I push her too far last night?
I thought she was okay with everything. I gave her orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm and she never complained.
I don’t get it.
“Goddamn,” I grumble.
Flashing back to last night and this morning, steamy memories come flooding through my brain.
Big Stallion?
Did I actually say that?
What the fuck?
Slut?
I called a Hollywood princess and Harlow’s best friend a slut. What the hell was I thinking?
That’s the problem.
I wasn’t thinking.
I was just feeling.
And goddammit, it felt amazing with her.
Still, I can’t believe those words came flying out of my mouth.
What’s wrong with me?
She's ruining me.
That’s the only explanation.
She’s making me say—and feel—things I never have before.
I’ve had some pretty dirty nights, but last night was a veritable sex marathon. Every time I thought I’d had my fill of her, a few minutes later and I was hard again.
In my defense, Kyla is a hot little lover.
Hearing her beg only aroused me more. No matter how many times I fucked her, I couldn’t get enough. The second her sweet pussy juices coated my tongue, I knew I was in trouble. When I looked down at the sight of her ass fanned out over my cock, I knew I was an addict. I fucked that pussy like it was my only mission in life.
Hmmm.
Okay, maybe I should’ve shown some restraint, but I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I wanted Kyla. It wasn’t even a consideration for me to slow down given I’d waited three years to fulfill my fantasy. Not to mention, Kyla’s sinful body brought me down to my knees!
How was I supposed to resist?
And now she’s gone.
I shake my head, trying to make sense of her disappearance.
Everything felt right.
Everything fell into place.
As far as I’m concerned, last night was the hottest encounter I’ve ever had.
Was it a mistake for her?
