After I got into the bed he returned to the bedroom and went to the bathroom and took a shower and then he walked in, naked, and very ready for me. My eyes traveled the length of him. His gorgeous blond hair was wet and messy. He had some scruff on his face and it was rugged and handsome. His defined chest, arms, and abs were the epitome of beauty. The sexy v that led to his c**k belonged on the cover of romance novels. His c**k was big, hard, beautiful. His legs were muscular. His whole body was this tanned olive tone. From what he’d said, he was three quarters Italian, a quarter Icelandic and I’d give him a total of 100% Adonis.
He climbed on top of me and hovered over me, “Were you a good girl tonight?”
“I tried to be, Master.”
“I think you were a very good girl tonight,” he said and
