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sought.
So he restrained himself and cursed his unruly cock. Never had he needed to hold himself back. All three of his brothers had teased him, saying he needed more restraint—more control over himself and his urges. Now wouldn’t they laugh to see him eager as a schoolboy, practically spilling his seed on the carpet in his desperation to enter this particular woman?
Taking her own sweet time—obviously knowing exactly the reaction her stripping caused him—after what felt like an age Mary stood up. Clad only in her wispy set of panties she looked like his favorite wet dream. The high cut made him wonder if it were actually a thong.
Shit. He loved thongs.
“Turn—” He cleared his throat, wishing for a glass of water. “Turn around, show me your back.”
With a saucy grin, showing she knew exactly the predictability of his thoughts, she obligingly turned around, showing him her luscious, perfectly rounded ass. Taunting him even further, just like her animated image from their computer play, she wiggled her ass at him.
Swaying gently from side to side, he felt as if she hypnotized him. When she looked back over her shoulder, her hair a fiery mass of curls, her ass so delightfully rounded, encased in the skimpy black thong, he worried his cock would burst.
Damn. A thong. The Goddess has got to be smiling on me tonight.
Even with the tiny scrap of lace, the thong framed her ass to his view. The teasing bit of material nestled happily between her cheeks, taunting him with how soft and tender her flesh would be, how sweet and hot her ass was. He could imagine sinking his teeth so gently, yet firmly, into that soft flesh. He could smell the tangy musk emanating from her weeping cunt. He felt his mouth water at the thought of lapping up those juices.
Closing his eyes a moment, Dominic mentally brought up his and Samuel’s concerns about the security of their site. She was somehow involved with a hacker. He needed to know about her association with the kid who had made it into their system. Hell, for all he knew it could have been her son! He glanced once more at her hands. No band circled her finger.
Not even the thought of her with another man’s children could deplete his lust for her. His cock couldn’t care less. She was a delicious female with an ass he could happily sink his teeth into, breasts he could barely restrain himself from suckling, and a mane of long red hair he wanted running all over his body.
Reining in his control, swearing someone would pay for the restraint he had to employ to function even at this base level, Dominic attempted to calm himself down.
“Climb on to the bed,” he croaked and wished to hell he could clear his throat without seeming like an eager virgin about to spill his seed for the first time.
Huge grin in place, Mary climbed onto the bed—on all fours. Shit, how could she know that was one of his favorite positions?
Again, mental images danced in front of his eyes. Mary, bound on his bed, up on all fours. Him, naked and hot, behind her, holding her ass in his huge hands. He could see himself thrusting into her over and over until they both collapsed from exhaustion, or had fucked themselves raw. Either way it didn’t matter.
She would be wet, tight. He could smell her musky scent; taste her juices as they covered them both. He would plunge into her over and over and over…
Get a grip!
Dominic blinked and tried to focus. The scarves were under his pillows, the toys were in the large chest of drawers next to the bed. Somehow a scene that, previous to tonight, had slightly repulsed him now had his mouth watering in anticipation, had him hard as a rock and hoping to make it through without losing control.
By now, Mary had posed herself in one of the classic centerfold positions. Legs tucked half underneath her ass, lying back amongst the pillows, arms crooked behind her head as if she hadn’t a care in the world. In the scanty black lace, red hair softly falling
So he restrained himself and cursed his unruly cock. Never had he needed to hold himself back. All three of his brothers had teased him, saying he needed more restraint—more control over himself and his urges. Now wouldn’t they laugh to see him eager as a schoolboy, practically spilling his seed on the carpet in his desperation to enter this particular woman?
Taking her own sweet time—obviously knowing exactly the reaction her stripping caused him—after what felt like an age Mary stood up. Clad only in her wispy set of panties she looked like his favorite wet dream. The high cut made him wonder if it were actually a thong.
Shit. He loved thongs.
“Turn—” He cleared his throat, wishing for a glass of water. “Turn around, show me your back.”
With a saucy grin, showing she knew exactly the predictability of his thoughts, she obligingly turned around, showing him her luscious, perfectly rounded ass. Taunting him even further, just like her animated image from their computer play, she wiggled her ass at him.
Swaying gently from side to side, he felt as if she hypnotized him. When she looked back over her shoulder, her hair a fiery mass of curls, her ass so delightfully rounded, encased in the skimpy black thong, he worried his cock would burst.
Damn. A thong. The Goddess has got to be smiling on me tonight.
Even with the tiny scrap of lace, the thong framed her ass to his view. The teasing bit of material nestled happily between her cheeks, taunting him with how soft and tender her flesh would be, how sweet and hot her ass was. He could imagine sinking his teeth so gently, yet firmly, into that soft flesh. He could smell the tangy musk emanating from her weeping cunt. He felt his mouth water at the thought of lapping up those juices.
Closing his eyes a moment, Dominic mentally brought up his and Samuel’s concerns about the security of their site. She was somehow involved with a hacker. He needed to know about her association with the kid who had made it into their system. Hell, for all he knew it could have been her son! He glanced once more at her hands. No band circled her finger.
Not even the thought of her with another man’s children could deplete his lust for her. His cock couldn’t care less. She was a delicious female with an ass he could happily sink his teeth into, breasts he could barely restrain himself from suckling, and a mane of long red hair he wanted running all over his body.
Reining in his control, swearing someone would pay for the restraint he had to employ to function even at this base level, Dominic attempted to calm himself down.
“Climb on to the bed,” he croaked and wished to hell he could clear his throat without seeming like an eager virgin about to spill his seed for the first time.
Huge grin in place, Mary climbed onto the bed—on all fours. Shit, how could she know that was one of his favorite positions?
Again, mental images danced in front of his eyes. Mary, bound on his bed, up on all fours. Him, naked and hot, behind her, holding her ass in his huge hands. He could see himself thrusting into her over and over until they both collapsed from exhaustion, or had fucked themselves raw. Either way it didn’t matter.
She would be wet, tight. He could smell her musky scent; taste her juices as they covered them both. He would plunge into her over and over and over…
Get a grip!
Dominic blinked and tried to focus. The scarves were under his pillows, the toys were in the large chest of drawers next to the bed. Somehow a scene that, previous to tonight, had slightly repulsed him now had his mouth watering in anticipation, had him hard as a rock and hoping to make it through without losing control.
By now, Mary had posed herself in one of the classic centerfold positions. Legs tucked half underneath her ass, lying back amongst the pillows, arms crooked behind her head as if she hadn’t a care in the world. In the scanty black lace, red hair softly falling
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