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Authors: Brenna Zinn
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abdomen. As her body search continued down the road of temptation, she let out a moan. A thick erection pushed the snug material of his tighty whities. Even in the silvery glow of the moon, she could see a small wet spot of pre-cum just below his cock’s rounded tip.
“Your briefs don’t look military issued,” she somehow choked out.
His lips curved up in a half grin. “I can take them off, if you want to inspect the tags.”
Yes!
No!
Yes!
She had landed smack in the middle of the proverbial rock and a hard dick conundrum.
The smart thing to do would be to turn around and demand to be driven home. Her home. The fun thing to do would be to unleash Raven Angelina and allow her to go to town on the SEAL. He had just admitted he was asking for it, and she’d already gone this far by going out with him. Why not go all the way like she’d been dying to? Maybe then she could stop thinking about him and he would learn a lesson about tempting a wolf in sheep’s skin.
“All right.” She purposely stared him in the eye and bit her lip. “But I want to take them off.”
The cheeky grin on Midas’ face faltered and surprise filled his baby blues. Seeing his expression change was priceless.
She still had the touch. She may not have used it in a long while, but she could chop a guy in half with just the delivery of one well-timed zinger.
“What’s the matter, sailor man?” Angie bridged the short gap between them and placed the flat of her hand on his slab of abs. Sliding her fingers under the waistband of his underwear, she located his beefy penis and gently squeezed. “I thought you were ready to play.”
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more southern that usual.
“Did I stutter?” She squeezed a little harder.
Midas glanced at the door and back. “Don’t move a muscle.”
He stepped back, and she released her hold. After locating his pants, he fumbled through two pockets before pulling out a set of keys. Seconds later, Midas unlocked and opened his back door and then whisked Angie into his arms. With long steps, he strode through the doorway and kicked the door closed. His short, labored breaths wafted pleasantly over her chest.
Though dark, Midas easily navigated through the small house. When he’d found the room he wanted, he paused long enough to deliver a scorching kiss before carefully lying her on a bed. Soon he struck a match and lit a candle on the nightstand.
Angie stripped off Midas’ shirt and propped herself up on a stack of firm pillows. With the tip of one finger, she scraped beneath one of her lacy bra straps, slowly, methodically going back and forth between her shoulder and the swell of her breast. At what she gauged was the right time, she pushed the bit of lace off her shoulder, letting the strap fall on to her arm. Midas watched as though mesmerized.
Forging on, she cupped a lace-covered breast and kneaded it for several beats, taking care to pinch the hardened nipple before lowering her hand down the flat of her belly. Without stopping, her fingers drifted beneath her panties. She arched her back as she slipped the pads of two fingers through her soaked folds. She looked up when she heard a gruff groan coming from the SEAL.
He stood, stock still and completely naked, at the side of the bed. Sometime while she lost herself in her naughty little show, he had taken off his underwear.
She removed her hand from her panties, placed one of the wet fingertips in her mouth and sucked. Another rough exhale sounded. Angie lowered her eyelids.
“Bad boy, Midas,” she tsked. “I told you I wanted to take off your underwear. This is not good. This is going to cost you.”
His cock jerked. “Is that right?”
Oh, the pleasure of holding a big man in her little palm. Why had she waited so long?
“That’s right.” Angie shifted and dangled her legs over the side of the bed. She patted the mattress. “This is where I want you to put your
“Your briefs don’t look military issued,” she somehow choked out.
His lips curved up in a half grin. “I can take them off, if you want to inspect the tags.”
Yes!
No!
Yes!
She had landed smack in the middle of the proverbial rock and a hard dick conundrum.
The smart thing to do would be to turn around and demand to be driven home. Her home. The fun thing to do would be to unleash Raven Angelina and allow her to go to town on the SEAL. He had just admitted he was asking for it, and she’d already gone this far by going out with him. Why not go all the way like she’d been dying to? Maybe then she could stop thinking about him and he would learn a lesson about tempting a wolf in sheep’s skin.
“All right.” She purposely stared him in the eye and bit her lip. “But I want to take them off.”
The cheeky grin on Midas’ face faltered and surprise filled his baby blues. Seeing his expression change was priceless.
She still had the touch. She may not have used it in a long while, but she could chop a guy in half with just the delivery of one well-timed zinger.
“What’s the matter, sailor man?” Angie bridged the short gap between them and placed the flat of her hand on his slab of abs. Sliding her fingers under the waistband of his underwear, she located his beefy penis and gently squeezed. “I thought you were ready to play.”
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more southern that usual.
“Did I stutter?” She squeezed a little harder.
Midas glanced at the door and back. “Don’t move a muscle.”
He stepped back, and she released her hold. After locating his pants, he fumbled through two pockets before pulling out a set of keys. Seconds later, Midas unlocked and opened his back door and then whisked Angie into his arms. With long steps, he strode through the doorway and kicked the door closed. His short, labored breaths wafted pleasantly over her chest.
Though dark, Midas easily navigated through the small house. When he’d found the room he wanted, he paused long enough to deliver a scorching kiss before carefully lying her on a bed. Soon he struck a match and lit a candle on the nightstand.
Angie stripped off Midas’ shirt and propped herself up on a stack of firm pillows. With the tip of one finger, she scraped beneath one of her lacy bra straps, slowly, methodically going back and forth between her shoulder and the swell of her breast. At what she gauged was the right time, she pushed the bit of lace off her shoulder, letting the strap fall on to her arm. Midas watched as though mesmerized.
Forging on, she cupped a lace-covered breast and kneaded it for several beats, taking care to pinch the hardened nipple before lowering her hand down the flat of her belly. Without stopping, her fingers drifted beneath her panties. She arched her back as she slipped the pads of two fingers through her soaked folds. She looked up when she heard a gruff groan coming from the SEAL.
He stood, stock still and completely naked, at the side of the bed. Sometime while she lost herself in her naughty little show, he had taken off his underwear.
She removed her hand from her panties, placed one of the wet fingertips in her mouth and sucked. Another rough exhale sounded. Angie lowered her eyelids.
“Bad boy, Midas,” she tsked. “I told you I wanted to take off your underwear. This is not good. This is going to cost you.”
His cock jerked. “Is that right?”
Oh, the pleasure of holding a big man in her little palm. Why had she waited so long?
“That’s right.” Angie shifted and dangled her legs over the side of the bed. She patted the mattress. “This is where I want you to put your
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