74. Taste.

NATE

I want her.

I know I am naked underneath these soft sweatpants, but nothing is soft about my cock right now. This piece of clothing is just a teasing layer of material lying between my skin and her body.

And I just want to taste her tonight. To make her feel so damn good. Because she deserves good. Better even.

After having our dinner, we ascend the stairs and enter her magnificent room. Once the door is locked, I push her gently against it, resting my hands on the door frame and caging her body between my arms.

Itching to inhale how intoxicatingly good she is, I brush my nose along her neck, edging up towards her jawline. "I told you I can't promise to be a good boy until I have my dinner."

She gasps. I draw back slightly, my cock twitching hard when I catch her looking up at me with those dovey brown eyes and nipping down on her bottom lip.

I definitely will not complain if she wraps those plump, delicious looking lips around my cock, but I want tonight to be just about her.

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