Age of desire

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that night kept bugging me. Fun? That's what she called her moans, her pussy wet for my tongue? My dick got ha

at the restaurant. That was all I needed to find her. I gave my P

he sent me a condo address in Coconut Grove, a small place, not like my fancy house. I stared at it; my chest tight. Why did she ditch

trees, out front, lights soft. I stood at her door, my fist ready, heart beating fast. What if she shut me out? What if she wasn't alone

ke she was working. Her tank top hugged her tits, her jeans tight on her hips, and my body burned, re

aid, voice low,

g me now?" Her voice was sharp, but her

s. "If finding you after you ditche

e crossed her arms. "Why are

do smelled like a paint and coffee, small but cozy, not like my c

aid why," sh

you aren't good at

and a divorcee who's got kids in college, so not your regular chick who

give me a chance to worship you like you deserve to be worshipped." I touched her arm, my fingers were light, and her bre

ting inside. "I haven't thought about it becaus

her, deep. Her lips opened, warm, her tongue meeting mine, needy. "St

ed fear, like she wanted me but thought she shouldn't. "Th

ng slow, my hands under her tank top

h found one of the boobs, licking the nipples, sucking till she whimpered. Her hands tore my shirt, buttons poppin

red, sliding them off, my fin

in my hair. I kissed her thighs, my tongue

ing hard, and she did, her

her hands on my be

her eyes still torn, like she knew

, my dick free. "You sure?" I ask

ead her legs, pushing inside, slow, her we

my hands on her hips. Her nails dug into

ter, deeper, my mouth on her boobs, sucking her nipples as she called my name. Her body shook,

nder mine. Her eyes were wet, her hand on my ch

g," she whispered, her vo

ing." My voice was strong, but my chest hurt, knowing she was fighting.

the question stayed: could I make her beli