night with Spring, and he wanted all of her. He would accept nothing less.
* * * *
Spring finally realized how quiet it was in the room. A tingling sensation flashed up and down her spine. She turned and looked for Bo. He was still standing against the door with a look on his face that should have frightened her, but only made her body tingle with awareness. Those sky-blue eyes of his had changed several times tonight, and it seemed they never settled on one particular color. At the moment, they were so dark and filled with arousal, she felt her pussy quiver with excitement. Spring could feel her tender flesh convulsing, waiting greedily for Bo’s invasion.
She wanted him. She wanted him to take what she had to give. She always wanted an aggressive lover but never had the gumption to speak up. She’d read about it in her favorite novels, seen it in the movies, and even heard about the wonders of having an aggressive lover from her close friend.
Bo looked like an aggressive man. He glared at her like he would devour her. If she didn’t have on one of her favorite outfits, she’d beg him to rip it off of her. But, from the way he was staring at her, melting her entire body with his gaze, making her pussy quake and flood with her juices, she wouldn’t have to worry about having anything ripped off of her. The way he licked his lips as he continued to watch her was only making her more confident. She wanted to undress herself, but that would be no fun. She did that crap all the time. It was one night, she reminded herself. One night she would be open and follow his lead. She would let him take her however and wherever he wanted. She wanted him in every way possible.
The more she thought about fucking him, the naughtier her thoughts became. Oh, dear Lord, help me. She was definitely going to hell after tonight. She wanted naughty and nasty. She wanted everything she had always sexually denied herself. Hell, she would finally be herself.
It wasn’t like they were in a relationship. She could talk dirty and not run him off. It was one night. One night she could say and do all the things she liked and not have to worry about looking at him in the morning. She would not have to worry about another date with him if she scared him off because she was a closet freak. The things she did with him tonight would not leave this room. And, tonight it seems her damn mouth would get her into more trouble than she thought possible.
She crooked a finger at him. “Come and get me, Bo.”
* * * *
That woman knew how to get his attention. Bo growled deep as he stalked across the room closing the distance between them. It was like a red flag being waved in the face of a bull. She was taunting him, and he loved it. She looked so sexy standing with her eyes wide as he approached her. He was going to take her right in front of the window the first time. It was a welcomed change to have a playful sex partner. This playfulness of hers seemed to make some of the nervousness subside in the both of them.
Bo jerked her hips flush against his cock and reveled in her melting moan at that simple movement. She began her small ministrations. Tugging her ponytail back caused a small gasp as she looked up at him. Lowering his head, he took her mouth rough and possessive.
He didn’t wait for permission to enter her mouth. He didn’t have to. She beat him to the punch. Oh, she allowed him to be rough with his lips, his kiss, but the moment she parted her lips, her tongue was there. That move surprised Bo, but he relished it well. There was no real battle for control, just a hunger that burned through both of them, and the urgent need to touch and taste each other.
He felt her nails dig into his shoulders as she held tight to him. He reacted with groans as he cupped her ass and ground harder into her. At the pace he ground his cock into the crevice of her thighs, they were liable to start a fire, or he would come in his pants. He burned to
* * * *
Spring finally realized how quiet it was in the room. A tingling sensation flashed up and down her spine. She turned and looked for Bo. He was still standing against the door with a look on his face that should have frightened her, but only made her body tingle with awareness. Those sky-blue eyes of his had changed several times tonight, and it seemed they never settled on one particular color. At the moment, they were so dark and filled with arousal, she felt her pussy quiver with excitement. Spring could feel her tender flesh convulsing, waiting greedily for Bo’s invasion.
She wanted him. She wanted him to take what she had to give. She always wanted an aggressive lover but never had the gumption to speak up. She’d read about it in her favorite novels, seen it in the movies, and even heard about the wonders of having an aggressive lover from her close friend.
Bo looked like an aggressive man. He glared at her like he would devour her. If she didn’t have on one of her favorite outfits, she’d beg him to rip it off of her. But, from the way he was staring at her, melting her entire body with his gaze, making her pussy quake and flood with her juices, she wouldn’t have to worry about having anything ripped off of her. The way he licked his lips as he continued to watch her was only making her more confident. She wanted to undress herself, but that would be no fun. She did that crap all the time. It was one night, she reminded herself. One night she would be open and follow his lead. She would let him take her however and wherever he wanted. She wanted him in every way possible.
The more she thought about fucking him, the naughtier her thoughts became. Oh, dear Lord, help me. She was definitely going to hell after tonight. She wanted naughty and nasty. She wanted everything she had always sexually denied herself. Hell, she would finally be herself.
It wasn’t like they were in a relationship. She could talk dirty and not run him off. It was one night. One night she could say and do all the things she liked and not have to worry about looking at him in the morning. She would not have to worry about another date with him if she scared him off because she was a closet freak. The things she did with him tonight would not leave this room. And, tonight it seems her damn mouth would get her into more trouble than she thought possible.
She crooked a finger at him. “Come and get me, Bo.”
* * * *
That woman knew how to get his attention. Bo growled deep as he stalked across the room closing the distance between them. It was like a red flag being waved in the face of a bull. She was taunting him, and he loved it. She looked so sexy standing with her eyes wide as he approached her. He was going to take her right in front of the window the first time. It was a welcomed change to have a playful sex partner. This playfulness of hers seemed to make some of the nervousness subside in the both of them.
Bo jerked her hips flush against his cock and reveled in her melting moan at that simple movement. She began her small ministrations. Tugging her ponytail back caused a small gasp as she looked up at him. Lowering his head, he took her mouth rough and possessive.
He didn’t wait for permission to enter her mouth. He didn’t have to. She beat him to the punch. Oh, she allowed him to be rough with his lips, his kiss, but the moment she parted her lips, her tongue was there. That move surprised Bo, but he relished it well. There was no real battle for control, just a hunger that burned through both of them, and the urgent need to touch and taste each other.
He felt her nails dig into his shoulders as she held tight to him. He reacted with groans as he cupped her ass and ground harder into her. At the pace he ground his cock into the crevice of her thighs, they were liable to start a fire, or he would come in his pants. He burned to
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