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I’ll tear her dress up, expose that round ass, and completely unleash myself on her.
I smooth my hand over her shoulder, because I know I won’t be able to keep fighting if I keep it on her back.
You fell in love with my handwriting.
I almost roared it right there.
I love you.
Because there are no other words to describe the cacophony of feelings swelling louder and louder each moment I spend with my woman.
Boxcar is on us as soon as the doors open onto my long hallway, which is another reason we have to wait before we can fully indulge ourselves.
I turn to my Maddie, watching as she leans down and scoops Boxcar into her arms. Despite how rock solid my manhood is – despite how filled with her scent my body is – I can’t help but let my lips twitch into a half-smile when I watch her give Boxcar all the attention in the world.
“How about I feed him and settle him down, and I’ll meet you in the bedroom?” I say once she stands.
She looks at me with bravery rising in her expression, as though she’s beating back a hundred warring nerves.
Moving close, I lower my voice. “You don’t have to do anything, Maddie. If you really, really don’t want to. But if we’re just talking about a few little flutters of anxiety… don’t you dare worry that perfect curvy body of yours. Soon you won’t be able to think about anything other than how fucking good it feels.”
She grabs my face in her hands, stands on her tiptoes, and kisses me.
I growl through the kiss, caught off guard in the best possible way as I return the kiss. She moans and leans into me, directing the passage of our tongues, the kiss flowing under her guidance.
I groan and slip my hands around her hips, squeezing on and pulling her close.
She breaks off the kiss with a gasp.
“Is that answer enough?” she whimpers.
It’s still there, her shyness, but she’s beating it back beneath an onslaught of lust, and need.
“Yes,” I snarl. “Now get your fine ass in the bedroom.”
She turns and walks away, swaying her hips from side to side, my gaze prisoner to how wide and full her ass is. It shifts alluringly in the dress, making me want to chase after her.
But then Boxcar pads over to my feet, and nuzzles his head against my leg, reminding me of my responsibility.
“Come on, boy,” I say, heading toward the kitchen. “Let’s get you fed and settled.”
Once Boxcar has wolfed down his dinner and settled down in his favorite spot in the living room, I walk slowly down the hallway toward the bedroom, my heart sending powerful electric signals all through my body.
My cock is so hard, the tip buzzing and tingling, a frenetic rushing feeling building inside me as I try to warn myself to calm down. The last thing I want is to explode inside my woman the moment I feel how hot and tight she is.
But goddamn, I’m hard, the thought of stripping her dress off causes my inflamed cock to push against my pants zipper harder.
Pushing open the door, I find my woman sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands intertwined in her lap. She’s closed the curtains, filtering the pale fading sunlight, enough to set the mood, with tiny motes dancing in the air.
She stands as I approach, her mouth half-open as though there’s much she wants to say.
But then she lets out a cute-as-fuck whimper and darts her hand forward, cupping my groin. I moan as she rubs my hard over my pants, from my base to my demanding helm, all the while with that half-sure look on her face.
“Like that, yeah?” she whispers.
“Do you have to ask?” I snarl. “You drive me insane, baby.”
I crush my lips against hers, leaning down, as she keeps rubbing me up and down. My hand slides down between our bodies and up between her legs, magnetized to her sex.
I push more and more of her dress’s fabric aside, grinding my hand up her bare skin, getting warmer and warmer the closer I get to her sopping innocent hole.
She gasps, the kiss breaking off when I push my hand against her slit.
“You’re so wet,” I growl. “Fucking soaked. Your body is so ready.”
“I hope so,” she whispers.
“It is,” I snap, gripping the hem of her dress. “Now lift your arms up for me baby girl.”
“My arms? Oh.”
She giggles as I yank her dress up, pulling it roughly, hungry to see the full gorgeousness of her body.
I throw the dress aside and take a step back, so I can get a proper look at her. She stands with her hands clasped in front of her, a remnant of shyness still clinging to her.
My gaze slides over her thick thighs, up to her ample breasts pushing against her bra as though trying to break free as hungrily as my cock is.
