𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝚴𝐈𝚴𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 18+

10.

R I C A R D O.

This woman is driving me insane.

Not only is that sexy figure of hers making it close to impossible for me to control myself, but her defiance is causing me to drown in fucking madness.

I'm used to woman submitting to me, even fearing me.

But Rochelle...

It took the rest of my sanity to hold myself back from devouring every inch of her rosy complexion. With her cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, it was easy to tell that she was fond of my touch. But the problem is that I was enjoying hers too. Very much.

She enrages me with that filthy mouth of hers, but it intrigues me at the same time. Her bravery and bustling confidence are two things that she always wears on her sleeves.

And it makes me want to fucking ruin her even more.

I saw in her record that she is twenty-three years old, which surprised me because I have never been attracted to anyone that young before. She carries herself in a very mature manner, and I would've guessed that she was twenty-eight if I wasn't aware of her age. But somehow, she is different in every aspect from any other girl I have ever got in close proximity to, which is dangerous.

She is dangerous.

I couldn't help but recall the movement of her tits as she took deep breaths after I robbed all oxygen from her. Her squirming as my hand closed tightly around her throat. The arch of her back as she stood in front of me with burning indignation, puffing her breasts out to the point that they were almost rubbing against the fabric of my T-shirt. The way her nipples hardened from just the rugged resonance of my voice.

I burned every movement and expression of hers into the deep crevasses of my mind, where they have been stuck for the last several days. Especially right now as I am standing in the doorway of my bathroom.

Just like my bedroom, the bathroom lacked luminosity. Shades of black embedded itself in every tile, wall, and door, causing the room to look like a black hole that was ready to engulf somebody. Despite the small light that flashes just enough for me to see my surroundings, the intense darkness still remains.

I eagerly remove my clothing before positioning myself under the shower head, allowing the sizzling droplets to drench my hair and glide down my skin. I brush my fingers through my hair in frustration when I watch my cock harden as soon as she pops up in my mind again.

It seemed as if my own fucking body has been betraying me lately. Ever since the night that she robbed me of some of my dignity when she cuffed my wrists behind my back, the vision of her beautiful blue eyes, stunning figure, and red wavy strands of her hair don't dare to leave. Even when I am fucking other women, I can't help but compare them to her. And I haven't even fucked Rochelle.

I start to roughly fist my cock, imagining the sight of her delicate figure under me, fully bare and exposed for me to claim. Handcuffs locked around her wrists, similar to what she did to me on stage. Legs propped up on my shoulders as I finger her tight little pussy. Sending her to the brink of orgasm without allowing her come several times before I let her explode with tears all over my cock. Her walls pulsating around my shaft as she throws her head back in a blissful daze.

There's nothing I would love to see more than this woman unraveling in pleasure, allowing her disobedience to disperse.

I was rapidly approaching my release, my balls tightening and my breathing becoming ragged against the tight strokes of my hand.

Forcing my head back against the cold tile behind me, a low groan escapes the bottom of my throat as my orgasm ripples through every vessel in my body. A breath that was seemingly leashed was finally released after I rode the roaring waves of bliss, but the thought of her still resided in my mind.