shorts—a
personal favorite of his.
She wore no type of hosiery on her legs; but then with legs as
gorgeous as hers, why would she use them? A moan of appreciation left
him as she kicked the skirt away from her feet.
Repeatedly his swollen dick reminded him just how long it had
been. “Take your bra off,” he ordered her in a gravelly voice. CJ slid her
hands around to the clasps in the back. “Slowly,” Osten added. “Do it
slowly.”
Tremors of lust shot through CJ’s body. He wants to torment me.
She lowered her lids as she undid the hooks. Moving her hands up to
her shoulders, CJ slowly began sliding the straps down her smooth
skin.
“Slow enough?” she teased as she stopped just shy of letting her
breasts fall free. His eyes flashed dangerously and CJ had a siren’s smile
on her face as her bra fluttered to the floor.
Her hands traveled over her own breasts, treating them like a
lover. Gentle caresses, lingering touches, all enticing moves to the man
who watched her. Dropping down, her hands glided over her flat belly
and stopped before slipping between her thighs. She pulled them back
up at the top of her remaining article of clothing.
“These too?” Her question came out in a husky timbre.
“Those too,” Osten said. His eyes stayed on her hands, waiting
for the moment she would bare herself to him.
Millimeter by torturous millimeter, CJ lowered the panties. As
she stepped out of them, Osten was ready to erupt in his pants, the
intensity was so strong.
He was ready to rip off his clothes, pound his chest like a cave-
man, and carry her off to be ravished by him, locked away from the rest
of the world.
Osten blinked rapidly to make sure it wasn’t a vision before
him. “Damn and double damn CJ,” he murmured in appreciation.
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She was stunning. Her breasts were firm and full, her waist was
narrow, and her legs were long and toned. A man who normally
preferred a shaved pussy found her neatly trimmed one absolute
perfection.
He could see evidence of her arousal on some of the dark hairs
that rested there. Control had just about vanished.
“Get on the bed.” His command was rough.
CJ backed up until she was on the bed. Osten strode towards her
looking primitive and so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan that
escaped.
“Slide back against the headboard, raise your knees, and spread
your legs.”
Trembling with anticipation, she did as he ordered her to do.
“Osten?” she asked as her legs opened wide in a welcoming gesture.
“What, baby?” He kicked off his shoes and yanked his shirt off.
His hands were at the clasp of his slacks when it dawned on him she
hadn’t answered him. “What, Chantoya?”
“Let me see you.” Her words were like a beg.
Osten lowered the zipper on his pants and shoved them down
his body. He was left in a pair of white boxers that restrained a giant
ridge in them.
CJ groaned as her body relied on the headboard to hold it up.
His chest was as wonderful as she recalled.
Osten’s eyes smoldered as he watched her. “Do you like playing
with yourself, Chantoya?”
She stilled. CJ hadn’t realized she was doing that. Oh, my God! I
can’t believe how I lose all sense around him! “Yes,” she admitted.
Removing his boxers, Osten wrapped his hand around his thick
cock. When she moaned again, he almost lost it. Her large nipples were
pebbled and he longed to suck on them again.
“Play with yourself for me. I want to watch you.” Osten began
moving his hand along his throbbing erection. He noticed how her eyes
followed its motion.
CJ did as instructed. He knew her body cried out for his touch,
as did his, but Osten was inclined to wait. It was so arousing watching
her pleasure herself while she observed him simultaneously.
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“Dip your finger inside yourself.” She did. “Good girl, now pull
it out and circle your tit with it.” Osten moved his hand faster as she
personal favorite of his.
She wore no type of hosiery on her legs; but then with legs as
gorgeous as hers, why would she use them? A moan of appreciation left
him as she kicked the skirt away from her feet.
Repeatedly his swollen dick reminded him just how long it had
been. “Take your bra off,” he ordered her in a gravelly voice. CJ slid her
hands around to the clasps in the back. “Slowly,” Osten added. “Do it
slowly.”
Tremors of lust shot through CJ’s body. He wants to torment me.
She lowered her lids as she undid the hooks. Moving her hands up to
her shoulders, CJ slowly began sliding the straps down her smooth
skin.
“Slow enough?” she teased as she stopped just shy of letting her
breasts fall free. His eyes flashed dangerously and CJ had a siren’s smile
on her face as her bra fluttered to the floor.
Her hands traveled over her own breasts, treating them like a
lover. Gentle caresses, lingering touches, all enticing moves to the man
who watched her. Dropping down, her hands glided over her flat belly
and stopped before slipping between her thighs. She pulled them back
up at the top of her remaining article of clothing.
“These too?” Her question came out in a husky timbre.
“Those too,” Osten said. His eyes stayed on her hands, waiting
for the moment she would bare herself to him.
Millimeter by torturous millimeter, CJ lowered the panties. As
she stepped out of them, Osten was ready to erupt in his pants, the
intensity was so strong.
He was ready to rip off his clothes, pound his chest like a cave-
man, and carry her off to be ravished by him, locked away from the rest
of the world.
Osten blinked rapidly to make sure it wasn’t a vision before
him. “Damn and double damn CJ,” he murmured in appreciation.
Vittano's Willow
79
She was stunning. Her breasts were firm and full, her waist was
narrow, and her legs were long and toned. A man who normally
preferred a shaved pussy found her neatly trimmed one absolute
perfection.
He could see evidence of her arousal on some of the dark hairs
that rested there. Control had just about vanished.
“Get on the bed.” His command was rough.
CJ backed up until she was on the bed. Osten strode towards her
looking primitive and so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan that
escaped.
“Slide back against the headboard, raise your knees, and spread
your legs.”
Trembling with anticipation, she did as he ordered her to do.
“Osten?” she asked as her legs opened wide in a welcoming gesture.
“What, baby?” He kicked off his shoes and yanked his shirt off.
His hands were at the clasp of his slacks when it dawned on him she
hadn’t answered him. “What, Chantoya?”
“Let me see you.” Her words were like a beg.
Osten lowered the zipper on his pants and shoved them down
his body. He was left in a pair of white boxers that restrained a giant
ridge in them.
CJ groaned as her body relied on the headboard to hold it up.
His chest was as wonderful as she recalled.
Osten’s eyes smoldered as he watched her. “Do you like playing
with yourself, Chantoya?”
She stilled. CJ hadn’t realized she was doing that. Oh, my God! I
can’t believe how I lose all sense around him! “Yes,” she admitted.
Removing his boxers, Osten wrapped his hand around his thick
cock. When she moaned again, he almost lost it. Her large nipples were
pebbled and he longed to suck on them again.
“Play with yourself for me. I want to watch you.” Osten began
moving his hand along his throbbing erection. He noticed how her eyes
followed its motion.
CJ did as instructed. He knew her body cried out for his touch,
as did his, but Osten was inclined to wait. It was so arousing watching
her pleasure herself while she observed him simultaneously.
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“Dip your finger inside yourself.” She did. “Good girl, now pull
it out and circle your tit with it.” Osten moved his hand faster as she
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