Page 129 of Play of Love
“Doing it again. Now. Before the tow truck comes.” The wicked smile that brightened his face did sinful things to my body. The idea sounded amazing. Of course, the only thing that was wilder than what we just did would be to do it again. I couldn’t wait. “Do you want to?”
“Yes.” As if I could have said no.
I’d ventured down the path, and he’d captured my mind and body. There was no way I was turning back now, not when I knew he held hot, sexual promises of fun which no one else had been able to give me.
The smile on his face grew, and lust filled his eyes. He sorted out himself and retrieved another condom from his wallet then leaned down and sucked my breasts. But, just as he was about to move to the next one, I stopped him and pressed my hands against his solid chest.
“Hey, Mister. It’s my turn to enjoy you.” I giggled at the surprised look on his face.
“I’m all yours, Babydoll.” He gave me a devastatingly gorgeous smile and stretched out his arms either side in surrender displaying his incredible body, that was all mine. I looked him over the way he had me, taking in each muscular definition, his hard pecs, the solid wall of abs running down his torso, and the edge of a Celtic swirl tattooed on his waist and on the base of his thigh. That one, you’d only be able to see if he was naked, like he was now.
I smiled to myself as I fixed my gaze on his huge, thick cock. That was my favorite part of him. Yes, I was definitely, most assuredly, going to enjoy him, and I’d start there.
