A virtuoso with a new violin, I ignore the warning and play her. Every beautiful sound feeds my desire for more of her sweet music. I’m may go to hell but damn, what a trip it will be.
As the tip of my tongue brushes across her most sensitive spot, a bolt of understanding pierces the center of my heart.
Holy fuck, I’m falling for her.
Unaware of my epiphany, she pulls my ears to drag me up her body but I’m not going anywhere until she’s crying and begging.
A tiny piece of consciousness acknowledges it’s my way of making sure she won’t tug off my pants and see my prosthetic, but long ago, I made peace with my methods.
She slips onto her elbows and as she captures my gaze between her knees, I toss her ankles behind my back and feast.
As her thighs tighten around my head, I suck her nub, slide a finger inside, and press a knuckle to her zone.
“Wheels, oh God.” She struggles to regain control, but I have the lead and am not willing to let go.
Grabbing her hands away from my ears, I tease her bud with the tip of my tongue. “Blossom for me, sweet Rose.”
“Oh, oh, oh.” With her heels digging into my lower back and her ass rising off the bed, she arches.
Eyes scrunched, about to come, she holds her breath. My God, I’ve never beheld a more erotic sight and prolong the moment so I can etch it into my memory banks forever.
Leaning in, I blow warm air on her core, then suck until she breaks apart. My cock dripping, I climb up her body and plunge into the depth of her orgasm.
In and out, I plunder her bounty while my biceps curl in pushups. Her hands slide to my butt cheeks, and she tries to tug down my pants, but I increase my pace and as I change my angle, she comes to life again.
On fire, we engulf each other with heat. Our kisses may bruise but neither of us can hold back our rising tide of desire. The bed rocks, the headboard smacks against the wall, and my brain cells hyperfocus on the feel of her inner muscles clamped around my cock.
My body coils, my heart stops beating, and I come so hard, a shout emits from the depths of my soul.
“Fuuuuck.” With molten sperm spurting out of me, I swear I touch eternity.
Emptying with two more pumps, I fall flat on her body, unable to move. “Mother of God, you’ll be the death of me.”
She wipes off the drool on my neck and moans. “Rose isn’t here right now. Leave your message after the beep.”
What is it about her and her smart mouth?
“We should get up, babe.” My weight no doubt crushing her, I roll off and as I do, her phone pings.
She checks her cell, her face scrunches, and she shows me the screen.
Unknown: Time’s up. Are you in or not?
“Who’s it from?”
Sitting up, I wait while she presses keys and bites her lower lip. “It’s not from a number I recognize. What should I say?”
“Give it to me. I got this.” I text a thumbs up emoji.
Unknown:How much?
I enter 1 0 0 and hit send.
Unknown: Kilos?
I answer, hoping he’ll think me clueless. ‘No, dolls. Can you drop them off at my place?’
Unknown: Too dangerous. We’ll contact you when we’re ready.
