deal—tit-for-tat. He hadn’t questioned anything she did to him, now it was time for her to follow his lead.
He watched Mary quietly; let her look him up and down in his naked state, proving to her how he had followed her lead. With a short nod of her head, she followed his command and walked over to the enormous king-sized bed.
She paused saucily beside its edge, only following his literal command. Obviously she intended to make him work for every inch he could get.
Ah, the challenges she presented. Let the mating game begin , his brain mocked. The night stretched before him, taunting him with how much he could share with Mary, with the pleasure they could both get. Never had a woman appealed and challenged him like this one.
He pushed aside the very rampant male part of him that wanted to brand her here and now, mark her as his, and take her in every conceivable way. Dominic halted that train of thought.
One only marked one’s mate…she couldn’t possibly be that woman for him! Forcefully, Dominic cast aside the thoughts, willing himself to wallow in the game as he always had.
“Remove your shirt.”
Slowly, inch-by-inch, she lifted her arms to the hem of the midriff top. Raising the shirt an inch at a time, she teased and taunted him with the exposure of her pale flesh. Dominic licked his lips, his control starting to slip.
Since being a teenager he had recognized his weakness for female flesh. He was a dedicated breasts man—but he loved every inch of every woman he met. Breasts, soft stomachs, thighs—particularly when they were spread for him and he could rest between them—necks and shoulders, backs and always, always he was up for a luscious ass. He enjoyed licking, nibbling and simply exploring every inch of a woman’s form.
“The bra…”
Clearing his throat, Dominic hoped he didn’t sound too much like a dying man. Mary grinned, and bent her arms back to unclasp the scrap of black lace some devious salesperson had convinced his Mary passed for a bra.
Even as she unveiled her beautiful, full breasts to his gaze, Dominic inhaled her scent deeply. There was just something about Mary’s musky scent that drove him wild; something about her silky soft hair and pale, satin-soft skin that he couldn’t resist. Deep inside himself, he knew she would be branded into his heart and soul forever.
As Mary teasingly exposed her bountiful breasts, removing the black lace and spilling her creamy mounds into her own small hands, Dominic knew one night simply wouldn’t be enough—for the first time in more years than he cared to think about.
He paid no attention to the cheeky top, nor the black lacy scrap that had fallen crumpled to his floor. Too busy concentrating on the skin he desperately craved like a drug, the scraps of clothes were forgotten the instant they were removed from her luscious body.
“Now the pants.”
Dominic cursed his stupidity as Mary bent down to unbuckle her shoes, to kick them off before removing her black hipsters. The action of her bending down squeezed her breasts even closer together, deepening the already impressive cleavage to his view and swinging enticingly.
Dominic’s cock stood up straight at attention—more than ready for some action.
Buck naked, he knew as soon as Mary righted herself to slip the hipsters over her hips and ass she would see his state. When that knowing, feminine grin came to her face Dominic reminded himself he needed some answers. He had planned to take his time here—to tease her, to taunt her. He had wanted to drive her to a fever pitch, ask her questions about who and why she had helped a petty criminal out of their system.
Yet all he could think about was his hungry cock, about thrusting balls deep into her tight, wet flesh. If he took her here and now, just like his imagination showed him in vivid detail, if he thrust himself into her over and over until they both fell asleep from the exhaustion, he would never find the answers he
He watched Mary quietly; let her look him up and down in his naked state, proving to her how he had followed her lead. With a short nod of her head, she followed his command and walked over to the enormous king-sized bed.
She paused saucily beside its edge, only following his literal command. Obviously she intended to make him work for every inch he could get.
Ah, the challenges she presented. Let the mating game begin , his brain mocked. The night stretched before him, taunting him with how much he could share with Mary, with the pleasure they could both get. Never had a woman appealed and challenged him like this one.
He pushed aside the very rampant male part of him that wanted to brand her here and now, mark her as his, and take her in every conceivable way. Dominic halted that train of thought.
One only marked one’s mate…she couldn’t possibly be that woman for him! Forcefully, Dominic cast aside the thoughts, willing himself to wallow in the game as he always had.
“Remove your shirt.”
Slowly, inch-by-inch, she lifted her arms to the hem of the midriff top. Raising the shirt an inch at a time, she teased and taunted him with the exposure of her pale flesh. Dominic licked his lips, his control starting to slip.
Since being a teenager he had recognized his weakness for female flesh. He was a dedicated breasts man—but he loved every inch of every woman he met. Breasts, soft stomachs, thighs—particularly when they were spread for him and he could rest between them—necks and shoulders, backs and always, always he was up for a luscious ass. He enjoyed licking, nibbling and simply exploring every inch of a woman’s form.
“The bra…”
Clearing his throat, Dominic hoped he didn’t sound too much like a dying man. Mary grinned, and bent her arms back to unclasp the scrap of black lace some devious salesperson had convinced his Mary passed for a bra.
Even as she unveiled her beautiful, full breasts to his gaze, Dominic inhaled her scent deeply. There was just something about Mary’s musky scent that drove him wild; something about her silky soft hair and pale, satin-soft skin that he couldn’t resist. Deep inside himself, he knew she would be branded into his heart and soul forever.
As Mary teasingly exposed her bountiful breasts, removing the black lace and spilling her creamy mounds into her own small hands, Dominic knew one night simply wouldn’t be enough—for the first time in more years than he cared to think about.
He paid no attention to the cheeky top, nor the black lacy scrap that had fallen crumpled to his floor. Too busy concentrating on the skin he desperately craved like a drug, the scraps of clothes were forgotten the instant they were removed from her luscious body.
“Now the pants.”
Dominic cursed his stupidity as Mary bent down to unbuckle her shoes, to kick them off before removing her black hipsters. The action of her bending down squeezed her breasts even closer together, deepening the already impressive cleavage to his view and swinging enticingly.
Dominic’s cock stood up straight at attention—more than ready for some action.
Buck naked, he knew as soon as Mary righted herself to slip the hipsters over her hips and ass she would see his state. When that knowing, feminine grin came to her face Dominic reminded himself he needed some answers. He had planned to take his time here—to tease her, to taunt her. He had wanted to drive her to a fever pitch, ask her questions about who and why she had helped a petty criminal out of their system.
Yet all he could think about was his hungry cock, about thrusting balls deep into her tight, wet flesh. If he took her here and now, just like his imagination showed him in vivid detail, if he thrust himself into her over and over until they both fell asleep from the exhaustion, he would never find the answers he
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