Chapter nine:
Most guys actually look better in clothes, but he's an exception. It's a crime against women that he has to put something on for propriety's sake. Positively sexiest.
His body is lean and beautifully muscled, not an ounce of excess fat anywhere. And his cock. It's long, thick, veiny and pulsing, curving up like a very, very large finger beckoning. The sight makes me lick my lips.
Gorgeous. I flush, because I didn't mean to say it out loud.
He laughs softly. Glad you think so. And then he french kisses me again and he tunnels his fingers into my brown hair ponytail, pulling me closer. He's no longer coaxing or gentle. It's all intense heat and lust, white-hot and searing. He nimbly undoes the clasp on my bra and let's it fall. Then he's pushing down my panties, and when they reach mid thigh, I wiggle my hips and legs until they join my wedding dress on the floor.
Keep the shoes.
The way he says it makes it sound positively filthy. I smile saucily. You like?
Fucking love' em. He replies.
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RomantikWhen 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...
