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oubt about that, given what you’ve been through with Diego. But you have this sweetness about you that portrays innocence. Almost like a purity that shouldn’t be tarnished with the harsh realities of life.”
She shifts in my lap so she’s facing me better.
“I may appear that way, but I’m far from innocent. I grew up in San Antonio and not on the best side of town. My parents didn’t have a lot, so they didn’t have a lot to give me. I had what I needed, and I had their love, which was enough for me. No matter how much they tried to shield me, I still saw the cruelties in life. I just refused to let it be a part of mine. Life can be ugly and it can be downright nasty at times. It’s left to the good people to fix those parts that the assholes of the world have destroyed. Murder is wrong, no matter why it’s doled out or who it’s against, but I recognize in dire circumstances, it may be a necessary evil.”
She squeaks when I pick her up, put her to her feet, and spin her to face me, her hands landing on my shoulders. Starting with the material at her knees, I grip it and start pulling it up. Once the end of her skirt reaches the bottom of her thighs, I pull her forward until she’s straddling my lap.
“You’re pretty fuckin’ spectacular,” I admit. When her ass meets my thighs, I push her skirt further up her legs until her pussy is just barely hidden from my hungry eyes. The soft blue material of her skirt pools down around our legs.
She tilts one side of her mouth up and her eyes sparkle in delight. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
That makes me grunt. “Not so sure you’d be sayin’ that if you knew the things I’ve done.”
She rakes her fingers through the hair on the top of my head and leans closer. “We’ll have to agree to disagree, because something tells me what you may think of yourself would be completely different from what I think of you.”
Fuck, but this woman does me in. I tell her I’m going to kill a man, then tell her I’m going to kill my mother and brother, and on top of that, all but admit to committing whatever other crimes her mind could conjure up, and she thinks I’m good. What kind of person does that? Only someone with a pure soul and wholesome heart.
I pull her down to me by the back of her neck. Taking her lips, I kiss her like a starved man. Because that’s what I am. I’m starving for the taste of her. Hungry for the touch of her. Ravenous to possess her and devour her and make her mine until she wants nothing else except me.
She tastes like chocolate and paradise and Eden. An aphrodisiac combination that I wish I could bottle up and carry around in my pocket so I could have it anytime I wanted. This woman drives me crazy but makes me more sane than I’ve ever been.
Her hand is still in my hair and she digs her fingers against my scalp when I bite down on her lip. I growl and yank her toward me by her hips. Her warm center, covered only in a pair of silky panties, meets my stiff cock. I flex my hips upward at the same time I grind her down against me.
She rips her lips away from mine and throws her head back on a low moan. My eyes zero in on the slender column of her throat, and that’s where my lips go next. I suck, nibble, and lick up her neck, leaving behind little red marks from the bristly hair on my cheeks and chin. I fucking love knowing she’ll be marked up by me.
I lean her backward until her spine meets the edge of the table. Her eyes open slowly, the beautiful greens much darker than normal. Her shirt is flimsy, so it doesn’t take much to yank it down until her breasts pop out. I thank my lucky stars, because she’s not wearing a bra.
Her breasts are exquisite. Perfect in size—not too big, just the right plumpness to fit into my hand— and creamy-white with little blue and purple veins just under the surface of her skin.
I cup them both, undecided which one to love on first. I choose the right and pinch the tip on the left so it doesn’t feel neglected. I’m all for equality and shit. I’m sure it’s my imagination, but I swear to Christ, she tastes sweet. Like a peach, which makes sense because the little buds are a peachy color.
I pop her nipple free from my mouth and lave the second one. Both are hard little points by the time I get done with them. Leaning back, I grab the rope of her long thick hair and feather the end over the stiff nubs. When she sucks in a breath, I lift my eyes to her and wink.
“Told you there were benefits to not cutting your hair.”
Her giggle turns into a moan when I lazily trail her hair between the valley of her breasts. I eye her shirt for a moment, deciding if I like it too much to rip the thing from her body, and determine that I want her naked more than I want to see her wearing the slinky material again. Her head jerks up at the sound of her shirt ripping and her mouth falls open in shock.
“Hey!”
Her attempt at yelling the word falls flat when I tweak her nipple.
“It was in the way,” I grunt. “I’ll buy you another one. Hell, I’ll buy you one in every color if you want.”
My dick throbs painfully in my jeans, so I open them to give myself some room.
“I hope you don’t like your panties too much.”
Before she can form a reply, my hand’s under her skirt, and I’m ripping them off her too. Her body is bent backward and my dick’s too hard to force it down to touch her, so using my thumb, I wipe the moisture from the tip and smear it over her clit. She twitches. Not her body, but her clit, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock jerk in return.
“Mmm… more please,” she whimpers, moving her hips up to meet my finger.
I flip up her skirt so I can see her pussy, and I’m not surprised to see her thighs glistening with her desire. Using my other hand, I place two fingers at her entrance and swirl them inside her opening. I wait until she’s panting before slowly sliding them inside. My thumb continues to work her clit as I steadily pump two fingers in and out of her. When her walls begin to swell, I pull my fingers free.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she whines. “Why did you stop?”
Instead of answering, I hoist her up from my lap and get up from the chair. I lay a hard kiss on her lips that has her moaning against my mouth before spinning her in place.
“Grab the table, Gypsy. I’ve always wanted to fuck you wearing one of your skirts.”
