on the floor in front of me and held my gaze as he slipped off each of my heels. He handled me delicately, his fingers gently rubbing against the softness of my skin. His blue eyes were focused on my face, like it was impossible to pull his gaze away for even a moment.
I liked seeing Cato beneath me, a strong man on his knees to assist me. When he wasn’t being an arrogant prick, he was a sexy gentleman. I studied him as he took his time with the straps before both my heels were off. Then I watched him press a kiss to the inside of my ankle.
I closed my eyes automatically, loving the way those soft lips felt against my skin.
He did the same to the other foot before he trailed kisses up my legs and to the inside of my knees. He kept going, moving higher and higher until he was between my thighs.
My breathing escalated, and I slowly lay back on the bed as he tilted me backward. My eyes closed for long periods of time as I waited for that mouth to reach the area that ached the most. Maybe I disliked Cato Marino, but there was no doubt I wanted him—bad.
He kept moving until his lips pressed against my black thong. He kissed me gently, my dress bunched up to my hips. He kissed me a little harder for the friction then took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my arousal through my lacy thong.
He pulled back then raised his head level with mine, a look of arousal on his face so intense he seemed angry. He gripped my hips with his hands, and he stared at me without fear, as if he was struggling not to fuck me so hard he might break the bed.
I’d been the focus of a man’s desire before, but a man had never looked at me the way Cato did now. This was just sex, a conquest he was obsessed with completing, but it still made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. It was more fulfilling than making love to a man I cared about. It was more fulfilling than a booty call with a man who could make me come. I was prey to this man—and it was the first time I enjoyed feeling that way.
He rose to his full height then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Like last time, he was nothing but man, nothing but pure sex. His strong pecs led to the valley of rivers and grooves in his abdomen. Near his hips were two thick veins that led up from the top of his jeans. He was in perfect physical shape, with the strength to kill a man with his bare knuckles.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My panties felt wetter by the second, and any uncertainty I had about what I was doing was gone. My thighs ached to open, and my pussy screamed to feel every inch of him inside me. This started off as a task, but now it was the only thing in the world I wanted to do.
He undid his belt then took care of his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.
I stared at his long dick, my eyes focused and wide. Dicks were nothing special, nothing to get particularly aroused by, but damn, it was the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen. He wasn’t just long, but also thick. His crown was prominent, and even his balls were beautiful. Perfectly manicured for a fuck or a suck, it was the kind of dick I would be happy to choke on. “Jesus Christ…” I couldn’t take my eyes off the monster cock that stood so erect and proud. My tongue ached to feel the vein along the shaft, and my belly yearned for a taste of him. Sucking dick wasn’t one of my fetishes, but when one looked like that, I’d be happy to hit my gag reflex over and over. “That is one beautiful dick.” My eyes finally flicked back up to his.
Flames burned in his eyes, not from anger, but from ecstasy. Now he looked like he wanted to fuck me even harder, to slam his dick so deep inside me it made me explode. His hands reached up my thighs until he gripped the lace of my panties. Then he slowly pulled them down until they were free of my ankles. His eyes locked on