Fuck, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
So, I take her.
Yank her up against me.
Kiss her harder than I’ve ever kissed a woman.
Strip off her soft flannel shirt.
She shimmies out of her skirt and is left standing in her little cowgirl boots and some sexy, red scraps of lace.
Taking a step back, so I can admire her, my hand rubs over my chin and down my chest. “Fuck, me.”
She hesitates and fixes her gaze on the floor.
“Look at me, Karina.”
She snaps her head up.
“Turn.”
Fuck me. All see-through fucking lace underwear. Sweet, round little ass cheeks peeking out.
I can’t stand another second of not touching her, so I take the last few steps, and mold myself against her back. My hands cup her tits; I rub my thumbs over those juicy nipples I can’t wait to get in my mouth.
“Ohhh,” she moans, as she sags against me. Fuck, that’s nice.
Every reaction I get from this little bitch is the real thing. No fake shit from her. Don’t think she could fake it if she wanted to.
“Go get on the bed.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
As she steps up to the bed, she turns to me. “How?”
At first, I think she’s askin’ me how to get on the bed, andI’m concerned about her intelligence. Then, I realize she’s asking how I want her to position herself on my bed.
Jesus.
Christ.
My mouth’s so fuckin’ dry. My dick’s harder than it’s ever been.
My filthy mind flips through a bunch of scenarios.
“Get in the middle, babe. I’ll be right back.”
I’ve never had a woman here, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t always assumed one would find her way here eventually. I’ve got condoms, toys, and some other stuff stashed in my bathroom, so that’s where I head.
The site that greets me when I return is fuckin’ cute as hell.
Cute. What the fuck is happening to me?
Karina sitting Indian style in the middle of my bed. Just waiting.
For me.
Her eyes go all round when she sees my hands full.
