An excerpt from Chapter Four of 'The Ivorian' by Erotica Novella

Lorena was spread eagle beneath me on the low table. I was semi-erect and dripping. Towering over her, I delivered the animal eyes. Breathing heavily, I revved up the intensity, broadening my shoulders and pumping my chest. Lorena watched from below as I undid the two buttons of my shirt, slipping it back and off my flawless deltoids. As I dropped my arms down to my side, I felt every vein in my arms expand and reveal a centimetre above my shiny black skin, distorting the lines on my inked limbs. She reached only inches above her thighs to touch my half-filled black beast and thumbed a circle on the hole of my jet pipe, retracting her digit to draw out a thick string of precum.

Fottimi, escaped Lorenas lips.

I tilted my head in question, now aware she was also Italian.

Fuck me. she stated.

Without a moment of hesitation, I reached down to her hips and shimmied her skin-tight trousers down. Lorena's knickers came with them to reveal a perfectly groomed display. A single-inched bushy line stood above her gorgeous pussy. I admired it while I navigated her clothes past her ankles and onto the floor. She parted her legs, revealing the underside of her thick and smooth thighs, like a splayed-out frog, ready for dissection.