Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

Her hands rested against my chest, her fingers lightly touching my skin. She tilted her head at my statement. “I’m not a virgin, Bosco.”

“You feel like one.” She was so tight around my dick. She clamped down on me every time I was inside her, squeezing me tightly before she finally relaxed and allowed me deeper inside. Even when her body stopped clenching me, she still had the tightest cunt I’d ever had been in. “And you’ve never been properly fucked anyway, so you pretty much are.” My fingers moved to the lace at her hips, and I felt the material against my callused fingertips. Topless, she sat on my lap, her shoulders back and her tits pointed at me like they were on display.

She watched me for a long time, like she was thinking about something else. “So, what’s your plan?”

“My plan?” I asked, having no idea what she was referring to.

“With me. Am I here to entertain you for a while before you lose interest?”

I found it hard to believe I would ever lose interest in her. “My intentions with you are none of your business.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, challenging me with her clipped tone. “Because I’m looking for a husband and four kids. I’m getting that—regardless of your intentions.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. “You want me to give you four kids?”

Her hands dragged down to my stomach, her eyes never leaving mine. “No. But I’m telling you that’s going to happen regardless of what happens here. So hopefully, your interest doesn’t last too long. I know mine won’t.”

And just like that, she made me even more obsessed than I already was. Every time she put me in my place, I admired her. This woman had a good head on her shoulders, wasn’t afraid to show her ambition. She wanted a happily ever after and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. “You’re fond of that young boy?”

Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she took a moment to understand what I was referring to. “Luca?”

I gave a slight nod.

“He’s my nephew. I adore him.”

“Your nephew?” I asked. “I thought he was Mia’s son.” From the information I’d gathered, he was the son of some deadbeat loser in America. Carter had nothing to do with that and hadn’t come into the picture until recently.

“He’s Carter’s son too,” she said, a fire burning in her eyes. “Therefore, he’s my nephew.” With a hint of rage in her eyes, she stood her ground and declared her love for a boy she wasn’t actually related to. “He’s a sweet boy with a heart of gold. Being around him only reminds me how much I want a son of my own. It reminds me how much I want to be a mom. I know I’m young and have time to settle down…but sometimes I want to skip to that final chapter in my dating life. I see what Griffin and Vanessa have, and I want that for myself.” A hopeless romantic, she wore her heart on her sleeve.

I would never give that to her, simply because I didn’t possess a romantic bone in my body. I wouldn’t take a wife, and I certainly wouldn’t love a woman. All I understood were power, sex, and money. Nothing else mattered. Having a family sounded like a joke. I had my brother, and that was all I needed.

She gave me a look of pity. “You don’t want that too? Someday?”

I held her gaze and never gave my answer—because I didn’t need to.

“That’s a shame.” She pushed off my chest and rose to her feet before she pulled her panties down her long legs. Her sexy slit was visible, her pussy lips hypnotizing. Naked from head to toe, she was stunning.

She moved back to my lap and pulled my boxers and sweatpants down, releasing my twitching cock from my clothes. He was thick and ready to go, knowing she was wet all the way through.

She straddled my hips and caught the head of my cock between her lips. Slowly, she sank her body on top of me, pushing my head past the notch in her entrance and all the way in. Deeper she sank, moving until she was sitting right on my balls.

I closed my eyes and moaned, still not used to how incredible this pussy was. So wet and tight, it was the best cunt on this earth. I couldn’t picture myself sliding through another pair of lips, not when this was the best there was. I could feel her warm wetness, the way she tightened around me initially and then released.

She breathed into my mouth, digging her nails into my shoulders as she tried to keep her moans at bay. She sat idle on my lap, just enjoying the feeling of my thick cock inside her. Her breath was taken away, and like she’d never had me before, she was overcome with the stark goodness. “Bosco…” We hadn’t even started to move together yet, and her body was already shivering as every nerve fired off under her skin.