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This woman. She’ll be the death of me, and I’ll love every moment until I breathe my last breath. “You have my permission to sink your pussy onto my happy dick. He’s missed you, by theway.” I hand her the condom, and she rolls it onto me. Fuck, I love seeing her rolling it down my very hard erection.
“You’re smooth, you know that?” She winks, and the tone of her voice, and the sarcasm it invokes, makes me want more than another night with this woman. Can I? Do I have it in me?
I help her with the pace. My hands sit at her slender waist, and I use her hips as handles, moving her up and down. We never break eye contact, and I love that they stay on me. “You’re so tight. You feel so good, so fucking good.”
No one has ever felt like her before.
“I’m just this good,” she imparts, winking again. A woman winking is as sexy as they come.
“You really are. Now be a good girl—when I make you come, be sure to let the room fill with your appreciation.”
I don’t have vanilla sex. Never have. I’m into handcuffs, blindfolds, toys, and voyeurism. It doesn’t stop there, but I love when a woman submits without being told.
“Your wish is my command.”
Shit, she’s perfect.
I’m close, and I try to hold out a little bit longer, but I can’t. She begins to clench around my cock, and I know she’s about to come.
I wish I was bare, feeling every part of her pussy orgasm against my cock.Maybe one day. If I have the balls to ask for more, that is.
“Yes, Dom. Oh, fuck yes!” she screams. I love her screams. My orgasm chases hers, but her cries don’t end.
“You fucked me so good, Dom. Your dick is the best dick I’ve ever had!” she yells. If my roommates were home, they’d hear her like she was in their rooms. “Please tell me I get more of your dick tonight.”
The woman is already begging for more when my cock is still inside of her. I can’t deny her, and why would I?
I pull her off me and pin her to the bed, and I legit dive to her pussy to taste everything that is Sandra McDonald. If I allowed myself, I could fall for her. But, the question is, will I give in to my fears to pursue the girl I think could be my forever?
I continue to eat her out, like I’ve not eaten in days. She’s so responsive to my touch. She may just be here for one more night, but there are hours until dawn. Yeah, that will cure my pull to this woman. Good idea.
I’m staringinto my fridge when I hear her footsteps approaching, and I swing around, not sure what to do. I don’t have sleepovers. Being with a woman is about domination and control. Hell, sometimes sex isn’t even the objective. The control gives me sanity in a world where I had to claw my way out of hell.
Will I order her an Uber, only to tell her I’ll see her at the next function? We’re bound to run into each other again, especially with the amount of work I’ve been given at her sister’s new house.
She’s in one of my work tees and the wordsTorano and Chambers’ Landscape Engineeringnever looked sexier on another human being.
“Um, morning?” she mumbles.
Her messy red locks frame her face, and hell if she doesn’t look adorable. “Is that a question, baby? Because I can answer—it’s certainly morning.”
I know the Uber is not an option. I approach the gorgeous redhead and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.
“And by the way, it’s just not morning but a fucking great morning, watching you stroll out here in my tee.” I twirl her around, taking her in, all of her.
“Wasn’t sure if this would be awkward, I mean, we just—”
“Fucked on every surface of my apartment in just one night?” I push her hair back from her face.
“Well, sure, that too,” she admits, “but the only times we’ve been together it’s just been sex, and I assumed one of us will soon flee.”
“Sure, this could be uncomfortable, but maybe I should say what I want, moving forward.”
She’s taller than the average girl at around five feet eight inches, but as I’ve come to find out, nothing about Sandra is average. I have six inches on her, but she still pushes to her tiptoes and crashes her lips to mine. Pulling back, her arms wrap around my neck, bringing us closer.
“And what do you want, Dominic Torano?”
She’s making it too fucking easy. “You, Rosso. I want you.”
