She spotted the other small bag I’d left on the ground in the entryway. “What about this?”
“Leave it.” I pulled out all my tools and put the pans on the stove. “I’ll show that to you later.”
It was one of the rare times she listened to me. She left the bag there and then came to my side. “Can I help?”
“Yes.” I pulled her in front of me and gripped her waist with my hands. “Start cutting.” My mouth found her neck, and I kissed her as she grabbed the large knife sitting on the cutting board.
She held the handle and turned her head a little, allowing more kisses down her neck. “You trust me with this knife?” She sliced the stalk of asparagus and breathed quietly as she felt me kiss her everywhere.
My fingers moved under her sweater, and I felt the soft skin of her body, touching her piercing before I moved farther up her ribs. “Beautiful, if you stabbed me, I would only want you more. So, go ahead.”
9
Carmen
Bosco wasn’t the right man for me. Territorial, aggressive, and threatening, he was the kind of man that could ruin my life. He seemed tame compared to other criminals in the world, but there were always hints of his darker side. If I really wanted to leave, I didn’t know if he would let me go.
I was already in so deep.
But all that logic flew out the window once we were in bed together. I didn’t think about anything else other than the sexy man on top of me, his chiseled physique and sexy muscles covered in sweat. He was the best lover I’d ever had. There was no comparison to the other men who had been in my bed. Even the best one was laughable compared to Bosco Roth.
I was on my back again, my stomach full with the delicious dinner he’d cooked for me. My thighs hugged his narrow hips, and my ankles were locked together around his waist. With every thrust he made, my tits rose toward my chin before they bounced back again. Without the condom between us, I could feel every groove of his thick cock, even feel the pulsing vein that throbbed as he enjoyed me.
Most of the time, it seemed like a man couldn’t keep himself together long enough to bring me to orgasm. They finished the race quickly, some embarrassed and others too satisfied to care.
With Bosco, that was never a problem.
It was all about me.
He still hadn’t taken me in any other position; it was always on my back with my tits in his face. His eyes were on me the entire time, watching every expression I made as he fucked me hard one minute, then softly the next.
Why did the best sex of my life have to be with the cruelest man of my life?
I’d already come once, a powerful orgasm that made my thighs nearly bruise his hips. His cock hardened noticeably inside me, but he didn’t blow his load. He kept going, his dark gaze on me, burning with arousal.
“This pussy.” He breathed in my face, all the muscles of his body contracting as he thrust inside me, his tight ass growing thicker with the movement. “Fuck…this pussy.” He sheathed himself to his balls, his length coated in my white cream. He kept driving himself deep inside me, hitting an invisible button that made my body shiver with pleasure.
I gripped his shoulders as I let him drive me deep into the mattress. This man’s desire for me was the biggest turn-on. He could never get enough of me, always taking me aggressively without caring if I did anything in return. All he wanted was to get his huge cock inside me, to give me his come even though he could have any other woman he wanted.
But for right now, he just wanted me.
He was all man, from the muscles in his shoulders to his defined calves. Even his large feet were sexy, covered with cords just like in his forearms. He had rugged hands and chiseled forearms, every inch of his skin vibrating with masculinity.
No other man had made me feel more like a woman.
In the unbridled heat of passion, it seemed like we were something much deeper than what we really were. It seemed like I was the only woman in the world who mattered. And it seemed like he was the man I’d been searching for my whole life.
But once the sex was over, reality would set in once more.
And I would hate him and fear him all over again.
I dragged my nails down his back as I hit my trigger. “Fuck…Bosco.” I clung to him harder, taking his big dick in the perfect spot. I’d never felt this full with another man, this slick. It felt so much better without the condom separating us, and the idea of taking his come only turned me on more. “Come inside me… I want all of it. I want to feel your come when I come.” I’d never let a man come inside me before, and now I was addicted to it. I loved seeing it drip into my panties, seeing it slide down my thighs when I stood up because it was so heavy.