| Author: | Naughty Nina | ISBN: | 9781386192442 |
| Publisher: | Naughty Nina | Publication: | May 6, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Naughty Nina |
| ISBN: | 9781386192442 |
| Publisher: | Naughty Nina |
| Publication: | May 6, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Tanya knew it had to be her imagination as she felt her stomach stirring. It was to early to know. The sound of the limo horn startling her from her thoughts, she looked up into the rearview mirror into the chauffeur’s eyes. A strong, intelligent stare meeting her back, as his ice blue eyes seemed to pierce into her soul. The raw lust he was feeling plain, as he made no effort to hide it. She could feel herself getting excited as the energy began pulling at her wetness.
“What kind of man is senor Rodriguez,” she asked, her attempt to ease the butterflies in her stomach. Her desire for this man was going to make her reckless. She needed there to be no doubt in senor Rodriguez mind once she gave birth that it was his. As if reading her thoughts, she saw a flash of contempt. The anger she felt making her feel more grounded.
“He is perfect for what you seek here,” he said slowly. Shocked, she realized his accent was American. “He will be putty in your hands. If you grow tired of being with such a weak man, feel free to find your way to my quarters once you are done with him. It shouldn’t take to long for you to tire him out.”
His conceit was maddening as she stared at him with anger. Her desire for him consuming her as she found herself unable to hold his stare. She had never been around a man who dared speak to her as he was. Dared to ooze such raw force. Men bent over to please her. To cater to her. She knew he was not such a man, and knew she would serve this man. Serve him till he freed her as only a man like him could.
Tanya knew it had to be her imagination as she felt her stomach stirring. It was to early to know. The sound of the limo horn startling her from her thoughts, she looked up into the rearview mirror into the chauffeur’s eyes. A strong, intelligent stare meeting her back, as his ice blue eyes seemed to pierce into her soul. The raw lust he was feeling plain, as he made no effort to hide it. She could feel herself getting excited as the energy began pulling at her wetness.
“What kind of man is senor Rodriguez,” she asked, her attempt to ease the butterflies in her stomach. Her desire for this man was going to make her reckless. She needed there to be no doubt in senor Rodriguez mind once she gave birth that it was his. As if reading her thoughts, she saw a flash of contempt. The anger she felt making her feel more grounded.
“He is perfect for what you seek here,” he said slowly. Shocked, she realized his accent was American. “He will be putty in your hands. If you grow tired of being with such a weak man, feel free to find your way to my quarters once you are done with him. It shouldn’t take to long for you to tire him out.”
His conceit was maddening as she stared at him with anger. Her desire for him consuming her as she found herself unable to hold his stare. She had never been around a man who dared speak to her as he was. Dared to ooze such raw force. Men bent over to please her. To cater to her. She knew he was not such a man, and knew she would serve this man. Serve him till he freed her as only a man like him could.
