They had more important things to do.
The buckle clinked as he undid it and pulled the belt free of its loops. It hit the oak floors with a thud. She held her breath as he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, the widening vee revealing the bulge of his cock beneath dark cotton fabric.
He treated his pants with the same disregard as his belt, kicking them aside. He unbuttoned his shirt, but didn’t strip it off right away. The crisp bright white framed his ridged abs and powerful chest. His thighs were like tree trunks, muscle upon muscle, bunching and releasing as he came closer.
Unable to resist his rippled stomach, she traced a finger over the washboard, dipping it into his navel. His belly contracted, the bulge in his underwear growing. She dragged her hand down, until it caught on the wide waistband. “Boxer briefs,” she remarked, amazed her voice was so steady.
His lips quirked up at the corners. He was solemn, this one, not given to wide grins and jokes. That was okay. This was no joking matter. “You approve.”
“Very much so.” Her thighs were wet, her clit hard, her stomach in knots like she hadn’t just had a powerful orgasm on the tile floor of her foyer. Her fingers flirted with the reveal, easing the waistband of his underwear down, then up again. “Do you play sports?”
His stomach tightened as she traced the back of her fingers over his stomach. “Rugby. Or I used to. Now I run and lift.”
Rugby. She knew less than a thimbleful about rugby, except that it entailed large men ramming into each other. If it resulted in a body like this, she was on board with the sport, though.
She sank down on the bed so her face was level with his groin. She used both hands to ease down his boxer briefs, her mouth salivating as each hard inch of his cock was revealed, until he was free of the cotton completely. He wasn’t enormously long, but his cock was proportional to the rest of his body. Thick enough to fill her to bursting. She’d be stuffed.
As she watched, a drop of moisture appeared on that mushroom tip. If he’d let her, she’d tie him up somewhere and lick his cock all day. “We might be well suited for each other,” she said absentmindedly.
A fine thread of tension seized him, and she realized what she’d said and how it might be construed. Oops. Nothing permanent. Schooling her face into a teasing smile, she glanced up at him. “I mean I like giving blowjobs as much as you seem to like giving head.” Suiting action to thought, she wrapped her fist around his cock, lowering her lips to hover over the tip. A sizzle of heat ran through her when she realized she could barely get her hand around him.
He was going to feel so fucking good between her legs.
Before she could lick off the drop of semen tempting her, he placed his hand over hers, stilling her. “I want something else right now. I think you do too.”
Oh, dilemma. That ridiculously thick cock in her mouth or her pussy?
Her vagina clenched. Well, that answered that.
“Lay back.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She scooted back on the bed and lay down. He stripped off his underwear and prowled up her body until he knelt between her spread and bent legs, his cock inches away from her.
He was still wearing his shirt, but she didn’t care. He could be wearing a rubber chicken suit and she’d let him between her legs.
Rubber.
Rana blinked. She lifted her leg and slapped her foot against his chest, halting him when he would have moved closer. His chest vibrated with a growl. A big palm slipped over her calf, fingers moving in a subtly massaging move that slicked over her muscles, turning her legs into jelly.
“Let me,” he said roughly. “Let me fuck you. Please.”
She could feel her willpower weakening at the desperate tone in his voice. Hell, she could feel it weakening at the mere thought of his sexy penis.
Yet, there were some things Rana did not compromise on. Even when she had a man with a dick like a fertility
The buckle clinked as he undid it and pulled the belt free of its loops. It hit the oak floors with a thud. She held her breath as he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, the widening vee revealing the bulge of his cock beneath dark cotton fabric.
He treated his pants with the same disregard as his belt, kicking them aside. He unbuttoned his shirt, but didn’t strip it off right away. The crisp bright white framed his ridged abs and powerful chest. His thighs were like tree trunks, muscle upon muscle, bunching and releasing as he came closer.
Unable to resist his rippled stomach, she traced a finger over the washboard, dipping it into his navel. His belly contracted, the bulge in his underwear growing. She dragged her hand down, until it caught on the wide waistband. “Boxer briefs,” she remarked, amazed her voice was so steady.
His lips quirked up at the corners. He was solemn, this one, not given to wide grins and jokes. That was okay. This was no joking matter. “You approve.”
“Very much so.” Her thighs were wet, her clit hard, her stomach in knots like she hadn’t just had a powerful orgasm on the tile floor of her foyer. Her fingers flirted with the reveal, easing the waistband of his underwear down, then up again. “Do you play sports?”
His stomach tightened as she traced the back of her fingers over his stomach. “Rugby. Or I used to. Now I run and lift.”
Rugby. She knew less than a thimbleful about rugby, except that it entailed large men ramming into each other. If it resulted in a body like this, she was on board with the sport, though.
She sank down on the bed so her face was level with his groin. She used both hands to ease down his boxer briefs, her mouth salivating as each hard inch of his cock was revealed, until he was free of the cotton completely. He wasn’t enormously long, but his cock was proportional to the rest of his body. Thick enough to fill her to bursting. She’d be stuffed.
As she watched, a drop of moisture appeared on that mushroom tip. If he’d let her, she’d tie him up somewhere and lick his cock all day. “We might be well suited for each other,” she said absentmindedly.
A fine thread of tension seized him, and she realized what she’d said and how it might be construed. Oops. Nothing permanent. Schooling her face into a teasing smile, she glanced up at him. “I mean I like giving blowjobs as much as you seem to like giving head.” Suiting action to thought, she wrapped her fist around his cock, lowering her lips to hover over the tip. A sizzle of heat ran through her when she realized she could barely get her hand around him.
He was going to feel so fucking good between her legs.
Before she could lick off the drop of semen tempting her, he placed his hand over hers, stilling her. “I want something else right now. I think you do too.”
Oh, dilemma. That ridiculously thick cock in her mouth or her pussy?
Her vagina clenched. Well, that answered that.
“Lay back.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She scooted back on the bed and lay down. He stripped off his underwear and prowled up her body until he knelt between her spread and bent legs, his cock inches away from her.
He was still wearing his shirt, but she didn’t care. He could be wearing a rubber chicken suit and she’d let him between her legs.
Rubber.
Rana blinked. She lifted her leg and slapped her foot against his chest, halting him when he would have moved closer. His chest vibrated with a growl. A big palm slipped over her calf, fingers moving in a subtly massaging move that slicked over her muscles, turning her legs into jelly.
“Let me,” he said roughly. “Let me fuck you. Please.”
She could feel her willpower weakening at the desperate tone in his voice. Hell, she could feel it weakening at the mere thought of his sexy penis.
Yet, there were some things Rana did not compromise on. Even when she had a man with a dick like a fertility
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