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I knew she found me attractive. She complimented me once, and when my face was pressed between her legs, I knew she liked it. Her prejudice against me would never die because I was a criminal, but her body wasn’t so picky.
I took another drink of my scotch as I watched her stand in the corner, her reluctance obvious. My cock continued to harden and thicken with every passing minute. I missed looking at her beautiful tits. They were small but firm. I understood Tristan’s obsession better than anyone else because I shared the same desire.
She finally stepped farther into the room, the blanket trailing behind her. She approached the couch, her silhouette dark as the fire burned behind her. She looked down at me before she dropped the fabric to the ground.
She was still a silhouette to me, but a damn provocative one. Her sultry hourglass figure was unbelievable. She wore a black thong and nothing else. She had wide hips, a petite waist, and the sexiest legs I’d ever seen.
I didn’t even notice the scars.
I kept my breathing under control and didn’t give my desperation away. I’d wanted to be inside her pussy since the first time I laid eyes on her in that airport. Maybe my obsession was shallow, and after I had her, I would lose interest.
I didn’t move because I wanted to see what she would do next. Whatever movement she made next was of her own free will. I wasn’t making her do a damn thing, and that freed me of any guilt I had.
I drank my scotch again, my eyes glued to her perfect tits.
She grabbed the glass and set it on the table beside me, taking over like a woman in charge. She moved on top of me and straddled my hips until her panties rested right over my hard cock inside my jeans.
I lost control of my reaction and took a deep breath in anticipation. She was right on top of me, her weight featherlight and her smell intoxicating. She didn’t wear any perfume, so her heavenly scent was natural.
My hands immediately went to her thighs, and I gave them a gentle squeeze. Her skin was soft like I expected it to be, warm to the touch. I rested against the cushion and looked up into her face, seeing the dark strands of hair cover one eye.
My hand dove in and pulled the hair from her cheeks, revealing the beautiful features I noticed the moment I set eyes on her. Even with the faint bruising, she was stunning. Her lips were full and plump, perfect for my mouth to worship. She had high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes, giving her a natural elegance that reminded me of a queen. My hands slid to her hips, and I adjusted her on top of me, wanting her to sit directly on my raging hard-on.
She needed to know how much I wanted her.
I wanted to give her the reins to do exactly what she wanted, but my need for control overpowered my patience. I sat up and moved, pulling her tighter against me, her perky tits right against my chest. My mouth moved to hers, and I kissed her.
I didn’t care for kissing. I preferred as little foreplay as possible. I wanted to get down to the good stuff, getting my cock sucked hard before I fucked my woman until she screamed. Kissing and touching were unnecessary for me to bring a woman to her climax.
But I wanted to kiss her.
My mouth suddenly felt numb the second I met her lips. So hot that it actually felt cold, the contact was overwhelming. Gentle jolts of lightning entered my body, making my spine tighten and the rest of my muscles contract. The kiss affected my entire body just as much as it affected my mouth.
My hand moved down the steep curve of her back until I reached her ass. My fingers gripped the back of her thong, and I wrapped the fabric around my knuckles. I wanted a firm grip on her because I had no intention of ever letting this woman go.
The kiss started off slow and soft. I moved my mouth with hers and felt her hesitancy at kissing me back. She was there with me, but not in the same way I was. The simple embrace already satisfied my urge to have her. She still struggled to return the embrace, to give me the kind of passion I was giving her.
My other hand moved up her back until it found her cheek. I cupped her gently as I deepened the kiss, moving my mouth harder against hers and feeling her breath fill my lungs. My fingers felt the soft strands of her hair, and I pictured how they would feel against my bare chest.
