One Bossy Date

by Nicole Snow

Mouthy brat.

“That’s a naughty fucking girl.”

“Woman, if you hadn’t come back to me, I would have hunted you down,” he whispers darkly.

Then the sweep of his hands up my legs, pulling them apart, slipping down where he stops at my panties.

“Fucking shit,” he rasps, almost choked. “I want to take this. I want this hot little pussy wrapped around every inch of me. I want to—”

My legs are jelly.

Oh, peachy keen.

she opens like a good girl.

I can’t tell where heaven ends and this man begins when they’re one and the same.

still sucking his fingers.

“I’m carefree until I’m not,