Chapter eight:
And that sumptuous meal is definitely worth the wait and effort. I've never felt a hunger this deep. His dick, thick and hard, is pressing against my belly. I'm embarrassingly wet.
Still french kissing each other, he pulls the zipper on the back of my dress, his movements as need inside me. He tugs the garment down, letting it pool around my feet. A soft sigh of admiration slips between his lips as he takes me in, his face stark with carnal delight. I'm glad I put on my best underwear today. I don't have the biggest breast or the ass.
But the sheer male appreciation that glimmers in his gorgeous brown eyes heats me up. I feel like I have the best body in the entire universe.
You're perfect, he says, soft awe in his voice.
My toes curl in my shoes. Take of your clothes, I demand, feeling bold and powerful. I've never been wanted like this- unbashedly and so openly. It's liberating, untying the knots in hibition around myself and my lusty instincts. Wanted and wanton.
With a wicked grin, he gets rid of all of them in a few quick motions. Fully naked, he's stunning.
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Knocking up the Bride.
RomantiekWhen the hottest woman I ever slept with leaves me fifty bucks and sneaks out of my bed, I'm completely stunned and left feeling a little dirty. Must men might let it go. But I'm not most men. This woman has left her mark and I have to track her do...
