Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

That woke her up.

Her hands immediately went to my arms, and she gripped me tightly as she felt my big dick stretch her wide apart. She panted in my face and moaned as I rocked into her, giving it to her nice and slow, unlike last night. She was still full of my come, but I would give her more before we both started our day.

Her hands moved through my hair, and she moaned quietly for me, enjoying the slow pace I used. She loved my cock, and it was impossible to hide, especially after the performance she gave last night. She was two different people sometimes. She put up a front, pretending she was indifferent to me, but when we were together like this, there was no hiding how she truly felt.

She was crazy about me.

I’d assumed some asshole broke her heart so it was impossible for her to trust someone again. But since that wasn’t the case, I knew she was so content being alone that she didn’t want to risk getting her heart broken. Unless it was a safe bet, she wouldn’t take it.

I wasn’t a safe bet.

I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to introduce to your mom.

But we would never get that far anyway. This was just an intense fling, a monogamous relationship until the fire burned out. I’d never been this intimate with a woman, preferring to have random hookups with women whose names I wouldn’t remember. I’d never been with the same woman twice—until Carmen. Now I was doing something new, committing to a woman for a period of time. All I knew was I wanted her and didn’t want anyone else to have her. I wanted to enjoy her fully, come deep inside her, and fill her with my come. I wanted to take her out to dinner and show her off. I wanted to take her to my casino so men could hate me even more than they already did. I wanted to treasure her as mine and mine alone.

And I wanted to protect her. Make her feel like a queen. Make her come so hard that she would never want another man except me.

It seemed like my plan was working.

I screwed her nice and slow, waking her up in the most sensual way possible. I rubbed her clit just how she liked and made her come around my dick, made her sink into my mattress as I took her exactly as I wanted.

And she gave herself to me.

She moaned in my face and squeezed her thighs against my hips, bucking slightly in pleasure. “Bosco…yes.”

My name had never sounded sexier

I’d been hard since I woke up, so I gave her a few pumps before I released inside her, making another deposit into the pussy I now owned. I gave her every single drop, my spine shivering at the same time. There was nothing better than coming deep inside a woman. This was my first time—and it was better than I’d ever imagined.

I rolled off her then glanced at the time on the clock on my nightstand. We both got off in less than five minutes.

She was an easy woman to please.

I got out of bed then pulled on my boxers and sweatpants.

She lay there, her body still and her eyes closed like she was ready to go back to sleep.

“I’ll have breakfast ready in ten minutes.” I walked into the kitchen and got the pans going, preparing two slices of salmon and a side of greens. My diet was just as strict as my exercise regimen. I worked out hard every day in my private gym, and I avoided carbs like they were poison. My habits got me into this perfect form, so it wasn’t difficult for me to remain disciplined. Since Carmen had a perfect figure, I assumed she was a picky eater as well.

She walked into the kitchen, her hair messy and her eyes still tired from the climax she’d just had. But what was most surprising of all was what she was wearing.

My shirt.

I turned away from the stove and stared at her, barely able to believe what I was actually looking at. This was the woman who kicked me out the second I rolled the condom off. She was the one who tried to sneak out last night. But now she wearing my t-shirt better than I ever had. It was baggy on her slender body, but far sexier than the sluttiest lingerie. I kept staring at her because I couldn’t stop.

She grabbed the coffeepot and poured herself a cup, dismissing my stare because she was probably used to it. “What smells so good?”

I turned back to the stove and turned off the burners. “Salmon and asparagus.”

“For breakfast?” she asked incredulously. “Where are the pancakes?”