Free Another Man's Woman (Late Night Delight) by Jennifer Willows

seconds then stopped. “Or so you need me in that juicy pussy?”
     
    “Pp-pussy.” Nicolette stammered, as a full-body shudder rocked over her frame when he kneeled on the bed and liberated his cock from her freshly used rectum. He stripped the condom off and plunged to the hilt in her sodden cunt in one vicious thrust. Once his scrotum smacked the globes of her ass, she screeched, shook and took all of him. She rocked back and forth, clutched at his back with greedy fists just before she came. Her body was too much, wet, tight, hot and he was a split second from exploding within her milking depths. When he realized that there was no way to hold back the inevitable he pulled free and his cum splattered her skin, thick ropes of semen marked her breasts, torso and hips.  
     
    When his collapsed sideways Dominic found he was unable to let her go and clutched her against him. His hands swam in a sea of his cum and her sweat as his hands roved her skin. They slept just as they lay, no added comforts needed to send them into the arms of Morpheus.
     
    He woke before she did and just coveted her with his eyes. She belonged to him now, and the mark of his possession was evident on her flesh. Bruises mottled her skin from his ownership, the blue-black speckled along her hips and shoulders. His semen was dry and flaked atop her skin in iridescent scaly patches. Her sleep was so deep that he was reminded of sleeping beauty. Only his kisses were schooled to put her to bed instead of wake her. He disentangled himself from her clutches and walked into the bathroom. It only took a moment to wipe his cock clean of their mingled lust and another handful of seconds to make sure the water was hot to prepare a cloth for her.
     
    When he came back to bed she tossed and turned a bit as if she sought him. He reassured her with his hands and bathed her sticky frame with the lukewarm terry fabric. She preened for him, arched her torso into his depurate caresses against her physique. She woke gently, with only a flutter of lashes to mark her ascent into wakefulness. Her belly growled and he chuckled at the sheepish face she made at the errant gurgle.
     
    “Wait here.” He padded downstairs and put a quick platter for them to snack on.
     
    He went back to bed and laid the tray between them. She was perky and full of grins when he offered her a mango wedge.   She sat Indian style before him, and ate everything he gave her. Nicolette served him a cracker smudged with soft cheese and a smile her only claim to modesty. When they were sated from their informal meal, he handed her a glass of wine. It was informally proffered, no stem glass, instead the liquid was poured in a simple snifter that they shared sips from.
     
    The entire day was spent making love with the woman he loved. Nicolette was his inamorata in every sense of the word and all facets of their relationship felt right to him. The way they fit together was so organic as if he was created for her and vice versa. He stood up and opened his nightstand and pulled out his offering to her. It was time.  
     
    He gazed into her eyes. “Are you a betting woman, Nicolette? Come with me to Vegas.” He pulled out a beautiful ring paved with Calla cut diamonds, four in theshape of a butterfly on a wide platinum band. It was decently sized, but far from ostentatious, just like his Nicolette.
     
    “We can’t. My family would kill me and be justified for it, if I ran off and eloped with you.”
     
    “I’ll never give you a reason to regret saying yes.” He slid the band home onto her quaking hand even as she hesitantly tugged her arm away.
     
    “Dominic, in what way did my response just now equate to yes?” Her expression said she was mildly perturbed at his high-handedness, but he could feel her pulse race beneath his fingertips and knew she was ready to cave. All it would take was a little time and just a bit more patience, even though that virtue was in short supply right