Page 111 of Torrid Passion
“For the record, that was too fast. I didn’t have a chance to enjoy all of you,” she complains.
“Six days, remember?”
“How long are you going to keep holding that against me?”
“At least one week… maybe longer. It depends on my mood,” I chuckle.
She laughs.
“Does it mean I’ll see you this week?” she asks.
“You can count on it.”
She flashes me a big smile.
“I want you over there by the window.”
She sways her hips in a rhythmic cadence. In those high heels, her ass bounces left to right.
Fuck. Me.
She stops for a beat, looks over her shoulder and winks.
“Temptress. You know I’m watching.”
She giggles and keeps sashaying.
I fish a condom from my wallet and close my hand around it. I approach her, already relishing the moment I get to sink deep inside her warm pussy.
I lean forward—dropping the condom to the floor as I do—so my bottom lip grazes her ear lobe. “Hands on the glass.”
She assumes the position.
I press my front against her back, wedging my cock between her cheeks, allowing her to feel how much I’ve missed her. “Can you handle this again?”
“You’re so impossibly hard. And you’re bare.” Her voice is unrecognizable. “I love feeling you against me like that.”
“The contact against your warmth is already making me drip, but you didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes,” she hisses with a little shiver. “Oh, yes I can.”
“You sound so sure of yourself, Kyla,” I challenge.
“I proved myself more than capable last week,” she sasses.
I let out a ragged groan.
Yes, you did.
Slap.
“Whoa!”
“That was a fucking perfect answer.”
“Yet, you punish me?!”
“I punished you because I can.”
