She wants me the same way I want her.
After a long stretch of celibacy, I end up with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. My arousal is strong, it’s like I have this barbarian living inside of me. “How do you like your ride?”
She looks at me confused. “I don’t understand.”
“You, throwin’ a saddle on me and ridin’ on top like a dirty cowgirl? Me, on top, dominating you with my big cock? Us, doing a sixty-nine, so we can both drink up each other’s release at the same time? Doggy style, so I can ride you and fill my hands with your fine ass? Or up against a wall… just because?”
She blinks. “I only know you on top… not sure about the dominating… or big cock parts, though.”
That’s a crime right there.
“And I think I’m a bit too curvy for the wall thing… that’s what my ex used to say.”
“You’re too curvy? Or he was a weakling?”
She burst out laughing.
“Honey, you got the right amount of curves, and taking you up against a wall ain’t no big deal for me, if that’s what you want.”
She goes quiet.
I scour her small house and meet her gaze again. “Let’s have a little dirty fun.”
“Does this have to do with you wrangling me?”
Seems like she’s had a predictable sex life. “It has everything to do with it.”
Time to turn up the volume.
“Take your dress off—nice and slow—and kick off those sandals. Then, I want you to strip out of whatever you’re wearing underneath your dress, walk to the couch and get on all fours.” I leave no room for arguments.
“Wh—what?”
“Which part didn’t you get?”
Big blue eyes stare at me.
I cock an eyebrow and cross my arms across my chest.
She gives me what I want.
I lower my gaze and watch as she bends down to unbuckle her gold sandals. Once she has them kicked to the side, she unties her belt, grabs hold of the hem of her dress, pulls it over her head, and lets it drop to the floor.
I cast my eyes on her sexy as hell underwear. Her huge tits are saluting me.
I take a few steps back. “Jesus Christ. What the hell are you wearing, woman?”
She giggles. “It’s a stretch lace chemise.”
“I don’t speak a word of French.”
“With the slinky fabric of the dress, I needed underwear that didn’t show. The chemise is like a super short mesh lace dress. It’s the best option.”
Carina’s heavenly body is adorned in a black lace top with a plunging neckline that hits her mid-thigh. The top part is satin, but the lower part is completely see-through—Wait a minute.
I blink twice.
“You aren’t wearing a bra or panties?”
