CHAPTER EIGHT

DRAVEN'S POV

I watch her struggle with her apron, as she yanks and drags and sighs. Hell, what delights me in her struggles are the jingles of her voluptuous boobs against the fabric of her dress.

"Easy." I slowly pull her hands to her side and close the distance. As my hard mass presses against her soft frame, I stiffen.

Her breath is warm and shallow, and her chubby cheek is flat on my chest.

I untie the hard knot of her apron and let it fall to the ground, my eyes hovering over her body, imagining her bare and pressed against me.

"Thanks." She stutters and gently bites her lips, not sure if to break free.

I nuzzle her hair, savouring the smell of her shampoo and sudor, her cologne and feminity. The thumping of her heart is magnified, and her breath is hard against my chest.

She takes a step backward, careful to not meet my gaze. "You should leave." Her trembling voice informs.

Her throbbing features and her constantly darting gaze betrays her.

"Sure about that?" My eyes travel her petite frame.

She keeps mute, still shaky.

My hand wraps around her slender waist and I pull her to myself, smacking her boobs which are my perfect distraction against my body and the free hand tilts her chin up, now looking straight into her light brown eyes.

She swallows hard, fighting a protest and not giving her much of a choice, I seal my lips with hers; wet and full, tasting the largest slice of the most delicious junk. Her velvety tongue thrusts deeper, exploring every terrain as she arches forward for more, trampling the last piece of timidity.

Her trembling hands struggle with the door lock, and the other raking through my hair as she presses my head downward, deepening the kiss. After crazy minutes of struggle, the lock gives way and with a heavy thud, I kick it open, and launch us in with her trapped in my body, then slam the door afterward.

Silly and naughty and hungry, I rip off her loose blouse, leaving in display her luscious boobs trapped in a black silky bra. I step back to drink in the curve of her body, and the dip of her hips, noting her now flushed cheeks.

Her boobs bounce out like depressed springs at the slightest of freedom when I shove aside the bra, revealing the firmest large orbs I've seen. And like the rest of her garments, her silky protection joins the pile.

So hot and hard, her dark sizeable nipples hold my attention.

To be even, she presses forward and takes off my dress, revealing the start of a fine trail of hair which vanished in my pants, awakening curiosity and greed.

"Don't." I place my hand on hers, stopping her from undressing. "Let me"

 I squat, unzip her skirt and slide it down.

In between her soft bare thighs is her swollen bud, encased in black silk underwear that is now wet with pre-cum.

Too aroused, she pulls me upward, seizing my lips in short crude kisses, her hands working around my fly and she silently moans in my mouth.

I shrug off my pants and lay her on the bed, then levelling my hard muscles on her and trapping her for my havoc.

Gently kissing my way through the length of her neck and down her boobs, my fingers work their way around the soft flesh between her thighs, fondling her throbbing bud and hard clit.

She arches forward, smearing my face with her boobs and sighing her way through.

Wet enough, I nudge her legs apart and toss the silk undergarment aside, and with a hard thrust, I shove my hard rod into her plush garden, so slimy giving just the right amount of lubricant, and with each plunge, I go deeper and harder. Her sultry breath on my neck and her hands on my back as she thrutches me further in, her nails digging deep into my skin.

I groan, a fine blend of pain and pleasure as we roughly ride to orgasm. Convulsing, I shoot thick fluid into her, and perfectly on time as she shudders underneath me, oozing warm juices and sticking us in a delicate bond.