DEMETRIA
I don’t know why I said yes, but my body needs this so bad. Marion’s lips and hands on my body are just too ravishing to ignore. I need this just as much as he did. Staring at him, I could see the hunger in his eyes, pupils dilated, ready to ravish me.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“There.” I pointed to my left. He carried me, while kissing me, fervently. Entering the bedroom, he walked to the edge of my bed, laying me gently on the mattress.
He started unbuttoning his shirt. Removed his boots next, followed by his jeans. He stood tall in glory, athlete-built, just in his black Calvin Klein briefs, his d**k huge and erect, pointing to me. And he has tattoos. They run from his shoulder to his upper right bicep with inscriptions and also Roman Numerals.
God, could he look any bett
