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Story: With this Ring
“Make it quick.” There was fire in his eyes, like there always was when she was naked and aroused.
Once she had taken it off and dropped it on top of her discarded clothing, she traced the lines of his chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles and the rough edges of his scars. Somewere still healing. But he’d regained most of the muscle mass he’d lost after taking the bullet that would have ended her life.
She finished undressing him, savoring the sight of his hard, powerful body.
When he was naked, she sank to her knees. The position was one of her favorites—making her feel both vulnerable and in control.
Glancing up at him, she saw the desire making his eyes even darker.
Keeping her gaze on him, she grasped his hips, digging her fingers into his defined, firm muscles.
“Sasha,” he warned.
“What, Sir?”
He fisted a hand into her hair and held her tight as she closed her mouth around his cockhead.
His taste was intoxicating. She loved the way he responded to her touch, the way his body tensed and his breath caught.
“Woman…”
She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she sucked, taking him deeper.
Gregorio let out a low groan, his hand tightening even more. “Just like that, Petal,” he murmured, his voice gruff.
He grew harder in her mouth, and tension built in his body. She loved doing this to him, loved the way she could bring him to the brink with just her mouth and her hands.
“Enough,” he said finally, his voice strained. He pulled her to her feet, his eyes blazing with need.
His cock was hard, throbbing, and his taste lingered in her mouth.
Motions abrupt and efficient, he led her to the shower, turning the spray to hot until the room was filled with steam.
Before they entered, he adjusted the temperature and set the spray to a jet setting.
The sensation of the water pounding against her skin was almost as intense as the feel of Gregorio’s hands as they roamed over her body.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
He turned her around, his hands lathering soap over her skin. He massaged her shoulders and her back, his touch as soothing as it was arousing.
“Do you like this, Petal?” he asked, his voice a low growl in her ear.
Did she really need to answer? “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I love everything you do to me.”
He smiled, his hands moving lower. “And what do you want me to do to you now?”
She leaned back against him, her body shivering with anticipation. “I want you to take me, Sir,” she said, her voice filled with longing. “I want you to make me yours, again and again.”
“Always,” he promised, his voice filled with love and dominance. Slowly, he slid his hands to her hips, then he tightened his grip. “Always, Petal.”
He spun her around to face him before lifting her up.
Her back hit the cool tiles as he pinned her against the wall. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself up to him.
His cock, hard and eager, pressed against her entrance.
Not long after his proposal, she had gotten on birth control. There wasn’t anything she liked more than the feeling of him being inside her without any barrier between them, then his hot seed spilling inside her.
Once she had taken it off and dropped it on top of her discarded clothing, she traced the lines of his chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles and the rough edges of his scars. Somewere still healing. But he’d regained most of the muscle mass he’d lost after taking the bullet that would have ended her life.
She finished undressing him, savoring the sight of his hard, powerful body.
When he was naked, she sank to her knees. The position was one of her favorites—making her feel both vulnerable and in control.
Glancing up at him, she saw the desire making his eyes even darker.
Keeping her gaze on him, she grasped his hips, digging her fingers into his defined, firm muscles.
“Sasha,” he warned.
“What, Sir?”
He fisted a hand into her hair and held her tight as she closed her mouth around his cockhead.
His taste was intoxicating. She loved the way he responded to her touch, the way his body tensed and his breath caught.
“Woman…”
She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she sucked, taking him deeper.
Gregorio let out a low groan, his hand tightening even more. “Just like that, Petal,” he murmured, his voice gruff.
He grew harder in her mouth, and tension built in his body. She loved doing this to him, loved the way she could bring him to the brink with just her mouth and her hands.
“Enough,” he said finally, his voice strained. He pulled her to her feet, his eyes blazing with need.
His cock was hard, throbbing, and his taste lingered in her mouth.
Motions abrupt and efficient, he led her to the shower, turning the spray to hot until the room was filled with steam.
Before they entered, he adjusted the temperature and set the spray to a jet setting.
The sensation of the water pounding against her skin was almost as intense as the feel of Gregorio’s hands as they roamed over her body.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
He turned her around, his hands lathering soap over her skin. He massaged her shoulders and her back, his touch as soothing as it was arousing.
“Do you like this, Petal?” he asked, his voice a low growl in her ear.
Did she really need to answer? “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I love everything you do to me.”
He smiled, his hands moving lower. “And what do you want me to do to you now?”
She leaned back against him, her body shivering with anticipation. “I want you to take me, Sir,” she said, her voice filled with longing. “I want you to make me yours, again and again.”
“Always,” he promised, his voice filled with love and dominance. Slowly, he slid his hands to her hips, then he tightened his grip. “Always, Petal.”
He spun her around to face him before lifting her up.
Her back hit the cool tiles as he pinned her against the wall. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself up to him.
His cock, hard and eager, pressed against her entrance.
Not long after his proposal, she had gotten on birth control. There wasn’t anything she liked more than the feeling of him being inside her without any barrier between them, then his hot seed spilling inside her.
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