CHAPTER ONE

Donald's pov

If having a beautiful woman was currency, I'd be filthy rich just standing next to Josephine. Maybe then her parents would stop looking at me like I wasn't enough.

I stepped into Josephine's apartment-clean, warm, softly lit. The scent of her wrapped around me like a welcome home. Staring at her, I smiled.

She stood by the window, barefoot, her skin glowing. Thick curls framed her heart-shaped face, cascading down her back like silk. Her waist curved into full hips, her long legs peeking through the slit of a satin robe that clung to her like it was made just for her.

She looked up and smiled-soft, the kind of smile that turned me on.

She wasn't just beautiful. She was mine.

"Hey love," I said, moving close to her.

"Hey Handsome," She replied, blushing.

"Come here," I mumbled, my voice low and thick with desire.

She walked slowly, her eyes locked with mine as I pulled her into me. Our bodies met in a deep, lingering embrace. Her warmth melted into my chest, her soft body pressing perfectly against me. I held her close, closer than necessary; my hands slowly sliding around her waist, taking in the subtle rise and fall of her breath against me. Her boobs, full and delicate, molded into me in the most intoxicating way, igniting a heat I didn't want to let go.

We turned towards each other, our eyes locking in a silent tension. Her's were seductive and wild, capable of stripping anyone bare with a single look. But I didn't have to worry; She was mine.

Our lips met, and a spark ignited; raw, consuming, unstoppable. Each kiss deepened, every movement speaking the desire we couldn't voice. Her fingers moved along my jawline, slow and teasing, sending shivers racing through me.

I pulled her closer, my hands exploring the smooth curve of her back, the softness of her ass, and the delicate rise of her breasts beneath my touch. Her body pressed against me as her breath quickened. She kissed me harder, faster, her lips parting with quiet moans, her eyes barely open, lost in the moment.

I could feel it from the way her body responded. the way she asked for more with her words.

"I want you, AMOR!" She whispered. More than you could ever imagine."

My reply was my actions to her wants. I guided her gently to the bed, our lips still locked in a kiss that deepened with every breath. Josephine's skin glowed softly in the dim light, her beauty almost unreal.

I trailed slow kisses down her neck, across her shoulder, and over her round boobs. She arched beneath me, her soft moans igniting something wild inside me.

My hands and mouth explored her nipples, this time with intensity; touching, kissing, and tasting her with growing passion. Her breath quickened, her voice rising with light, pleading moans.

I kissed my way down her body, to her navel, where she gasped aloud in pleasure. Slowly, I parted her thighs, taking my time. My lips brushed over her warm, delicate folds, and I began to explore her with my tongue; caressing, teasing, then focusing on her clit, sucking it slow and steady, drawing moans from deep within her. Her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back, and her hips moved to meet every stroke of my tongue. She spread her legs wider, a silent invitation for more, but I wasn't ready to stop. I craved the moment she'd lost herself to the pleasure I was giving her.

I circled her clit with my tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, watching her hips begin to move with urgency. Her breathing turned ragged, her moans deeper, more frantic. I kept going, locking into her rhythm, feeling her body tense and tremble beneath my mouth.

Suddenly, her back arched, and her thighs clamped around my head as her body lost control.

"I'm coming," she cried out, her voice broken by pleasure.

Her climax hit like a wave crashing through her. She shook with intensity, every muscle tightening before melting into release. Her cries filled the room as her body pulsed beneath me, a raw, beautiful surrender that left her trembling and breathless.

I brushed my fingers along her thigh, slow and deliberate, watching her chest rise and fall with every breath

"You're good or you want more?" I asked, my voice low, teasing.

Of course, I'd always give her the willpower to decide if she wanted more.

She looked up at me, her lips slightly parted, eyes heavy with desire. "Give me everything," she said, her breathing deep and uneven. " I want it all."

I positioned myself and slid into her slowly, inch by inch. "Damn, you're dripping wet," I said, thrusting into her with ease, enjoying the way she gripped me tight, trembling alive with sensation. Her cry of pleasure filled the room as her body clung to mine, every part of her trembling with raw desire. Her hands roaming my chest;caressing, clutching and pulling me deeper.

"Fuck, me Amor," she whimpered, barely audible within her breath.

I moved Inside her with fluid and unspoken passion. Every stroke, deliberate and deep. Her mouth parted with every thrust, her breath catching as I hit the spot that made her tremble. I knew her body; I knew how to draw that perfect gasp from her lips.

"You wanna come already?" I asked, a smirk curling at the edge of my mouth.

I felt the sudden squeeze deep within her, her inner walls tightening around me like a vice. It was the silent signal she was nearing the edge again.

"Yes, Daddy," she gasped, breathless. "Don't stop."

She moaned with abandon, her body meeting mine in perfect harmony. I kept going, letting her ride the pleasure, but something flickered inside me. I wanted to stop for a second to watch her writhe in that unbearable need.

"I wanna stop, Jose," I murmured.

"No!" she cried out, the plea breaking into a moan. "Don't. Please." That was all it took.