Free My White Ex Soldier's Past (BWWM Interracial Romance) by J A Fielding Page A

went. She whimpered when she felt his free hand slowly going up her torso until he cupped her breast. He looked at her and fed her the fruit before going on to free her from the tight dress. She breathed her relief when she felt him pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress. He smiled when he saw her matching lace underwear that made his cock twitch. If there was anything this woman knew how to do, it was turning him on. She smiled as he peeled the dress off her body and then went on to pull the dress off over her head.
    She smiled at him as he dropped the dress to the ground and knelt in between her legs. She spread her legs slowly, inviting him in. He smiled and took another fruit. He ran the cold berry on her chest then slowly down her torso.
    Desiree had to admit it. She had already lost the reins of control. Taylor was the one driving this bus. She closed her eyes as he brought his head down and let his tongue follow the trail of cream he had left. She whimpered a little when she felt his tongue in her belly button, making him smile. He then put the fruit in between his front teeth and slowly brought his head down. He paused, his face parallel to hers and slowly touched her lips with the fruit. She parted her lips and took the fruit inside her mouth. Taylor bit off one end and left the other one in her mouth and then looked at her as the two enjoyed the taste of the succulent fruit. Taylor noticed some cream on the corner of her mouth and bent down to kiss her. Desiree turned her face up and let his lips claim hers in one hungry kiss. She could feel him crushing his pelvis against her, his cock beginning to press hard against her pussy.
    Taylor pulled away from her and looked down at her. He wanted to ask again what he had done to deserve this, but there was plenty of time to ask that later on. She looked up at him as he undid her bra clasp and threw her bra on the floor next to her dress. She wanted to thrust her chest forward and force her nipple inside his mouth, but she just stayed rigid looking up at him. She let out a moan as he slowly began to caress her breasts. He used his thumb and index finger to tweak her breasts. Just as he was doing that, he thought of exactly what he wanted to do.
    “I know what I want you to do for me,” he said in a low voice. He climbed off the bed and slowly made his way to where he had dropped his pants. He took the belt off his trousers and then walked back to the bed. Desiree felt her heart skip a beat again. What was he about to do? Did he want to beat her? Was he about to turn into some fifty shades of fucked up individual? She looked at him as he climbed up on the bed. “Lift your hands up,” he said.
    As much as Desiree was scared, there was something reassuring about his voice. She looked at him and did as he asked. “Trust me,” he said as he used his belt to tie her hands together and then fasten them to one of the bed posts.
    “Do I need a safe word?” she asked, looking at him. He smiled and shook his head.
    “ No. I would never hurt you,” he said in a gentle voice. She nodded as he ran his hand down her thigh and then slowly took her panties off. She looked at him as he slowly caressed the soft skin of her inside thigh. She moaned as he began rubbing her slit. He was glad to find that she was already moist. He would only need to flick her bean a few more seconds before she became dripping wet. He brought his hand up and gently caressed her breast as he used his other hand to finger her.
    There was something about having her immobilized that turned him on. She moaned and writhed as Taylor fingered her almost to orgasm before he pulled his finger out of her. By this time, she was so wet, so turned on, that she was almost begging for him to fuck her. He smiled and brought his finger up to her lips. A smile played on his lips as he watched her licking her own wetness off his fingers. He then brought himself down and kissed her lips. He could still feel the