If you wanted to look up “perfect night” in the dictionary, my first date with Adde would be the definition. When she opened the front door, I almost stopped breathing. She looked so beautiful in her dark purple dress. Normally, I would grumble about the low neck line, showing off what was mine, but I was so captivated by the perfect swell of her breasts that my mouth went dry. When she turned put the flowers into a vase, I took a moment to stare at her toned legs. Almost instinctively, I imagined them wrapped tightly around my waist while I pounded into her, and watched her fall apart in front of me. I couldn’t help it. What I wouldn’t give to be able to taste her lips and her skin. The distance between us was starting to cause me physical pain. Plus, the fact that she tried to reject us
