Page 113 of Torrid Passion
I was turned on before, but now, I’m fully jacked up.
“Remember the rule?” I ask changing the subject.
She shakes her head.
“What happens when we’re together?”
“I come first?!”
“We’re set, then.”
One hand presses hers to the glass, while the other trails down her belly until I cup her pussy.
A languorous moan pours out of her.
“I love drinking from your martini glass,” I tease, stroking her pussy hair.
She lets out a weak laugh. “And you do it so well.”
“You know what else I’m sure I’m going to love?”
“That’s a loaded question I’m afraid to answer, but I’ll bite. What?”
“Marking your sweet pussy with my cum,” I say in a matter-of-fact way.
“I swear, I could climax from your words—”
“But it’s way more fun for you to climax over my cock, mouth or fingers,” I say, probing her wetness.
“Jesus,” she chokes.
“I’m sorry. What was that?”
I plunge one finger deep inside her. I don’t give her a chance to think, two more fingers slide inside her slickness and now three long fingers are fucking her.
“You’re killing me,” she squirms.
“But in a good way.”
“You’re evil!”
Slap.
“Ha!” she gasps.
“My slut is giving me attitude tonight.”
I expect a repartee, but instead, she lets out this wicked little laugh.
I can’t help but curse myself for waiting this long to claim her.
My fingers continue their exploration.
She melts into submission, her forehead sagging against the glass, her hair a distant reminder of her coiffed updo.
“Oh, God, you do that so well.”
“Do you think I could make you come with my fingers?” I ask as I grind my cock against her ass.
