I bring my hand to my lips, stick my tongue out and lick.
“Wet and ready.”Fuck, I love this woman’s pussy.“I want you to walk your fine ass to your bedroom, strip, get on your bed and wait for me on all fours,” I say, mustering as much self-restraint as I can.
“Okay.”
When she walks away from me, I’m in for another surprise.
Her t-shirt barely covers her luscious ass.
Thank you, God.
Her hips swing from side to side. She even glances over her shoulder with a wink.
Like she’s not teasing me enough.
Hell fuckin’ yeah, I love a woman with some meat on her.
I allow a few minutes to pass. Not because she needs it, because I do.
I’ve been celibate for eight and a half months now. I never fucked a woman four days before a competition. Some say it’s superstition. I never cared. It was a steadfast rule for me. I didn’t want to take a chance. When I was in the circuit, I played to win. There isn’t any glory in coming in second place.
After Dawson’s death, the last thing on my mind was pussy.
Carina changed all that.
“You ready?”
“I am.” She sing-songs her response.
I kick off my boots and remove my socks. I pull out my wallet from my Wranglers and fish for a condom.
Good thing I stocked up last night.
Once I find it, I place it between my teeth while I finish stripping out of my clothing. I let everything drop on the floor in a mess behind me as I make my way to her.
“Good girl. You obeyed,” I say when I reach the doorframe.
What a view.
Three long steps and I’m standing right over her. I toss the condom to the floor and sit on the bed next to her.
I’m a lucky bastard.
I can’t resist the urge to reach out and caress her beautiful round ass.
“Hmmm. Do you have any idea how perfect your ass is?”
“No, but I love hearing you say it.”
I lean forward and kiss both cheeks before biting into the soft flesh.
She gasps.
“I need you to move over,” I say.
She does.
I get onto the bed, and she hooks a leg over me as I slide under her body until her hanging tits are pressed to my chest.
