Page 43 of Torrid Passion
“You can’t get over that one?”
I doubt I ever will.
“You don’t know what it feels like to come all over a man’s tongue? Ask your fake boyfriend to take you over the edge.”
“I didn’t know my fake boyfriend would oblige—” Her expression turns sombre. “Do you think less of me, Loki?”
“Not at all,” I trace the contour of her other breast and trail back up languorously until my fingers close around her chin. Her soft little mewl drives me out of my fucking mind. “You took matters into your own hand. Nothing wrong with that, but it should’ve been me.”
“Looks like it will be you,” she sasses.
My cock swells in anticipation.
“Damn right.” I grab her hand into mine and guide it to my rock-hard cock. “Feel that,” I grunt.
“Oh,” she gasps. “That’s a lot of you to handle,” she laughs shyly.
She’s right.
“I know you’ll ace it,” I smile back.
At six feet four inches, I’m big all over. I wear a size fifteen shoe. I’ll let you fill in the blanks. Kyla can’t be taller than five-feet four-inches. As much as I want her, no way am I going to plough my huge cock into her. Her body will never sustain the passionate assault.
“Wow, you believe in me,” she says.
“Implicitly.”
As she cups my cock, I reach out and grope her tits. I pinch her nipple through the silky fabric. Just from the touch, I can tell her bra is a lacy number. She doesn’t even need padding. I’m already salivating at the idea of sucking on her luscious tits.
“That feels so good, it hurts,” she pants.
When she trembles under my touch, it sends a ripple all the way to my balls.
“I swear I won’t survive this night.”
She offers a slow smile before bringing her hands to my face. Gently, she runs her palm down my jaw, her eyes boring into mine. “Neither will I, Loki.”
I guess I said that out loud.
“I can’t even start to describe how fucking hot it was to hear you say that.”
“Can I be honest?” she asks.
“Always.”
“I’m a little overwhelmed.”
“You trust me, right?”
“I do, but it’s a lot of pressure to finally be with someone you’ve wanted for so long,” she admits.
I run my fingers through her dark silky hair. “I can’t believe it’s taken us this long to figure out we both wanted each other.”
“But we’re here now,” she says.
“Damn right. And I promise, I’ll make it good for you.”
“I know you will.”
