Panty Snatcher by Chelsea Camaron

Author:Chelsea Camaron [Camaron, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carolina Dreams Publishing
Published: 2017-12-25T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

Maverick

“Where ya going, Tapper?” The short-haired beauty in the bed beside me calls out as I stand to slide my pants on.

“It’s been real, Aimee. Got shit to do, though. I’ll be seein’ you around.”

She reaches out, her manicured nails scraping down my back, running over the waterfall of scratches she left there less than an hour ago. I like to be marked if it truly is out of passion. What I don’t like is a clingy chick trying to stake claim to something that certainly isn’t hers.

In order for a man to have consensual sex with a female, she has to open her legs or get on her knees to tip her ass in the air. Bottom line, for a man to have sex with a woman, she has to expose herself. She has to open the entry to the hole, a rabbit hole that I am not one bit hesitant to fall right into, or slam into as the case may be. Willing women are always waiting for me to ‘tap that,’ but somewhere between the build-up and their orgasm, some of them lose sight of what we really share.

Case in point, Aimee here. She made sure she marked me damn good. Honestly, balls deep, I love the pinch of pain as a woman’s nails draw down my back. To take a chick to such an edge she is grasping at anything she can dig into and even then she can’t hold on—pawing, clawing, and so lost in the explosion building she can’t get a grip literally—makes those marks earned. Scratching me just so tomorrow night someone else will know you were there—yeah, that shit just doesn’t fly with me.

“Come on, Tapper. One more time, baby,” she drawls out as I grab my shirt off her floor, pushing it over my head.

“You know the drill.”

“Do you ever think about settlin’ down? We’re not getting any younger.”

Looking over my shoulder, I take in the disheveled mess of a woman in the bed behind me. Her hair is short in one of those bob style haircuts. She is a curvy woman with hips and ass. While her tits aren’t voluptuous her ass is all the cushion for the pushing. I’m an ass man, always have been. The sheet she is holding up covers her small breasts while her shoulders and neck are exposed, showing a nice shade of pink as she blushes, trying to hold my attention. Her face is a smear of makeup while her eyes hide nothing, and her hair is sticking up all over. She is the epitome of a satisfied woman right now. Is it really too much to ask that she take the gift of euphoria and ride that high while I leave?

“When the right woman comes along, she’ll knock me on my ass, and I’ll know it. You’re a good fuck, but you don’t knock me on my ass.”

“You could be missing out on a great woman by not giving anyone a chance for more than a night or two.

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