mission is completed.”
“What mission?” said Sophie. She’d stretched herself out on the bed again, and let her legs fall open invitingly. He could see her pink wetness winking at him, the flesh scintillating. He swallowed as he felt the familiar rush of heat spread through his loins. Oh, he had to tap that ass and he had to tap it now.
“He has a plan,” he grunted.
“What plan? Tell me, Burke, or else…” She quickly closed her legs and folded her arms across her ample chest, hiding those amazing jugs from view.
He finally relented, the heat in his loins trumping his better judgment.
“If I tell you, can I fuck you in the ass?”
A wide smile spread across Sophie’s round face, and she let her knees fall to the bed, spreading her pussy before him.
“Spill, big boy, and that ass is yours.”
Chapter 22
Erin felt over the moon. She’d never known what love was, nor had she thought it would be the life-altering experience it was.
She’d dreamed of finding the love of her life, and had imagined thousands of times the scenario that might play out. Hundreds of romance novels and movies had primed her for an experience that she knew would be the high point of her young life, and still reality easily exceeded fantasy.
Raminar Bradley was everything she’d hoped for in a man and more. Much more. He was attentive, loving, tender but also strong, valiant and a real-life hero. He truly was a knight of modern times, having fought his dragons and slain demons in foreign lands, conquered worlds she hadn’t even known existed, and then returned to preserve the dream of his parents like a real hero of the legends of old.
He was simply wonderful.
And then there was the sex. She’d heard the stories and seen the glow on Sophie’s face each time she’d allowed a boy to go down on her, but now that she’d experienced it for herself, she was glad she’d waited for the right man to come along so she could offer him her unspoiled cherry blossom.
Fumbling behind the ice skating rink or in the backseat of a boy’s car like Sophie had done dozens of times had never appealed to her, the sordidness and lack of romance repelling her. She’d always deferred judgment on her friend for having a more than active sex life, and Sophie had often accused her of being a prude or jealous or both, but that wasn’t it.
Sex was a sacred act between two people in love, in her opinion, and shouldn’t’ be reduced to the fulfillment of some primal animalistic urge with just anyone who happened along and possessed the right equipment.
She was glad she had waited.
It had been worth it.
“Ram?” she whispered, tenderly caressing his soft wisps of hair.
“Mh?”
“Where do you live when you’re not in India?”
Ram cursed inwardly. He’d hoped they’d have more time before she started making plans for their future together. In truth, he’d burned all his bridges behind him before coming out here. He didn’t even have a valid visa anymore, his tourist visa having expired months ago.
“I… used to have a place on Long Island,” he finally said. It was true in a sense. He still owned the beachfront property, though he’d leased it to a Wall Street broker just before heading out to India.
Her eyes shone. “Long Island. The Hamptons? You actually live in The Hamptons?”
He merely nodded, the light in her eyes actually causing him physical pain. He had lived there, with his parents. And then… He balked at the painful memory. He decided to spare her the illusion. “I own the place but haven’t lived there for a while, Erin. This is my home now.”
She seemed surprised more than disappointed, he thought, which once again endeared her to him. She was exactly the opposite of the many money-grubbing gold diggers he’d met in the past. The moment you come into some money, it’s hard to distinguish the motives of the women flocking to.
She studied him closely, cupping her chin in her hands. “Don’t you find
“What mission?” said Sophie. She’d stretched herself out on the bed again, and let her legs fall open invitingly. He could see her pink wetness winking at him, the flesh scintillating. He swallowed as he felt the familiar rush of heat spread through his loins. Oh, he had to tap that ass and he had to tap it now.
“He has a plan,” he grunted.
“What plan? Tell me, Burke, or else…” She quickly closed her legs and folded her arms across her ample chest, hiding those amazing jugs from view.
He finally relented, the heat in his loins trumping his better judgment.
“If I tell you, can I fuck you in the ass?”
A wide smile spread across Sophie’s round face, and she let her knees fall to the bed, spreading her pussy before him.
“Spill, big boy, and that ass is yours.”
Chapter 22
Erin felt over the moon. She’d never known what love was, nor had she thought it would be the life-altering experience it was.
She’d dreamed of finding the love of her life, and had imagined thousands of times the scenario that might play out. Hundreds of romance novels and movies had primed her for an experience that she knew would be the high point of her young life, and still reality easily exceeded fantasy.
Raminar Bradley was everything she’d hoped for in a man and more. Much more. He was attentive, loving, tender but also strong, valiant and a real-life hero. He truly was a knight of modern times, having fought his dragons and slain demons in foreign lands, conquered worlds she hadn’t even known existed, and then returned to preserve the dream of his parents like a real hero of the legends of old.
He was simply wonderful.
And then there was the sex. She’d heard the stories and seen the glow on Sophie’s face each time she’d allowed a boy to go down on her, but now that she’d experienced it for herself, she was glad she’d waited for the right man to come along so she could offer him her unspoiled cherry blossom.
Fumbling behind the ice skating rink or in the backseat of a boy’s car like Sophie had done dozens of times had never appealed to her, the sordidness and lack of romance repelling her. She’d always deferred judgment on her friend for having a more than active sex life, and Sophie had often accused her of being a prude or jealous or both, but that wasn’t it.
Sex was a sacred act between two people in love, in her opinion, and shouldn’t’ be reduced to the fulfillment of some primal animalistic urge with just anyone who happened along and possessed the right equipment.
She was glad she had waited.
It had been worth it.
“Ram?” she whispered, tenderly caressing his soft wisps of hair.
“Mh?”
“Where do you live when you’re not in India?”
Ram cursed inwardly. He’d hoped they’d have more time before she started making plans for their future together. In truth, he’d burned all his bridges behind him before coming out here. He didn’t even have a valid visa anymore, his tourist visa having expired months ago.
“I… used to have a place on Long Island,” he finally said. It was true in a sense. He still owned the beachfront property, though he’d leased it to a Wall Street broker just before heading out to India.
Her eyes shone. “Long Island. The Hamptons? You actually live in The Hamptons?”
He merely nodded, the light in her eyes actually causing him physical pain. He had lived there, with his parents. And then… He balked at the painful memory. He decided to spare her the illusion. “I own the place but haven’t lived there for a while, Erin. This is my home now.”
She seemed surprised more than disappointed, he thought, which once again endeared her to him. She was exactly the opposite of the many money-grubbing gold diggers he’d met in the past. The moment you come into some money, it’s hard to distinguish the motives of the women flocking to.
She studied him closely, cupping her chin in her hands. “Don’t you find
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