Chapter 7
His chest was her favorite part. The soft patch of peach fuzz below his navel fueled Netty’s imagination. His narrow hips were powerful. She loved the way they thrust into her. Loved to watch his eyes devour her body. His feverish stare was on her bobbing breasts and his gaze roamed on her brown n*****s. He gripped the pillows under her head, mounting her, taking her with a gentlemanly restraint that only drove her all the more wild.
Netty wanted him to lose control.
She wanted to own him for a moment.
She reached up, grabbing his silky blond hair. She began to feel the sweet cramping in her loins, so she constricted her pelvis. Stiffened her thighs. She dug her fingernails into his sculpted buttocks, urging him to quicken his rocking. She wanted to climax when he did. And by
