November 26
Amarillo, Texas
The sight before him turned him into a mad man.
It was her idea. She wanted to experiment with different positions.
It started out a little awkward because her bedroom talk still included the word research, but this particular statistic had really piqued his interest. She’d said that sixty-nine percent of women preferred being taken from behind.
After they’d dwelled a bit on the sixty-nine, he gave her what she asked for.
Now he had her bent over the bed, that big, juicy ass bouncing every time his hips slapped against it.
His hand print on that ass, red and glowing.
There were a few hickies on the curve of her cheek as well.
She did, in fact, have an ass so fine that he wanted to keep tapping it.
Jasmin, and her incredible body, were becoming an obsession, an addiction.
He couldn’t get enough of her. He fisted his hand in her hair and leaned lower to bite into her shoulder.
“Oh…Kevin…” she whispered urgently. “Fuck me harder.”
That was the type of dirty talk he preferred. He obliged, slamming into her until she whimpered. Shuddering, she climaxed with his name on her lips and he followed close behind, his fingers savagely latching onto her hips. That was definitely going to leave a mark too.
“Fuck!” He was still pumping even after every drop had been drained from his body. “Thank you, Alfred,” he murmured, resting his heavy head on her back as he tried to get his breath back.
Her upper body relaxed and with a small moan, she dropped against the mattress. “Kevin…should I be worried that you call out a guy’s name in bed? This is not the first time.”
“That shouldn’t worry you at all.” He flipped her over on the bed, spread her legs and crawled between them. “Let’s do it again.”