“Another reason why we should be at your place.”
“Just give me a second.”
It’s cute how Dak pouts, as I send a text to Max and wait for his reply. I breathe a sigh of relief when he texts me right back to let me know it’s no problem for him to walk Butters. I’m lucky I have such a great neighbor who loves dogs and is home most of the time.
Max: I’ll take her out and keep her with me until tomorrow. I’m working from home all this week.
Me: I owe you big time. Thanks!
“Okay, we’re good. Max will take care of her.”
“Does this guy have a key to your place?”
“He’s my emergency contact.”
“Your neighbor?”
“He’s more than a neighbor. I’d say he’s a friend.”
“So he has carte blanche access to your place, and I can’t even come upstairs?”
“Those are the rules if we’re going to continue…this.”
“Oh, we’re definitely continuing. In fact, we’re continuing tonight.” He grins and then stands, extending his hand out to take mine.
Dak leads me to a main bedroom that’s fit for royalty. Like something you’d see in a French museum. Dak kicks off his boots and then peels off his clothing piece by piece, tossing them to the floor. In three minutes flat, he’s completely nude and sitting strong like an emperor in the middle of the bed’s silk sheets and plush pillow arrangement.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks while stroking himself. “Because it can all be yours if you’re a good girl tonight.”
A wide grin spreads across my face. “I’m pretty confident that it can be all mine, even if I wasn’t a good girl.”
“You’re quite sure of yourself, Miss Banks.” He laughs heartily. “Your cockiness is admirable. Speaking of cock. Do you want this fat one in your mouth or in that wet pussy of yours first?”
I can’t resist the temptation any longer.
I want him.
I always want him.
“Stand up,” I command.
He grins excitedly. “Where?”
“By the bed. Right there.” I point.
I lazily walk around Dak’s body admiring every piece of art on his skin, every muscle, every lock of his hair. I slide my hand along his abs, memorizing every ripple and every ridge.
Finally, I stop in front of him and drop to my knees. His dick angrily juts forward, begging to be sucked, and I oblige. I take him deep in my mouth and down my throat as I hold on to his ass.
“Fuck, Trina, we’ve got a bed right behind us!”
A laugh rumbles through my entire body because I know Dak loves this kind of play. The bed is for lovemaking, but taking him in my mouth, on my knees, is driving him wild. He loves it and so do I.
I’m understanding that Wonder Woman doesn’t always have to strike a power pose to feel her strength. Sometimes her strength comes in a kind of delicious submission that renders her captors defenseless.
Before he can come, suddenly I’m being swept up in his powerful arms and tossed into the middle of the massive canopy bed. I laugh with abandon as my big ball player determinedly climbs onto the bed after me.
“You refuse to play like a good girl tonight, so I’m going to treat like a bad one,” he promises.
