Except for tonight.
Tonight I hadn’t been, and I fucking owed her for that.
But the thing was, she hadn’t needed me. Meyah walked in there on her own, she had fun with her friends, and she never shied away or hid in the corner. I’d been there for longer than she realized, ready to make a move if she needed me, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
Because she didn’t need me.
She was stronger than even she knew.
I placed my hands on her hips squeezing the supple flesh, the flush of her skin as enticing as it comes.
Just because she’s strong, doesn’t mean I still don’t love being the one to bring her to her fucking knees.
I pulled back, driving my cock deep inside her, thankful that those kids had gone because the cry of pleasure that left her mouth was erotic and definitely not silent.
“Touch yourself,” I snapped, pounding inside her again and again only speeding up when I felt her hand reach for her pussy. “Rub it.”
She rubbed back and forth, the muscles inside her spasming and her legs quaking. “Oh God, Hamlet,” she groaned, fighting to hold herself upright.
I wasn’t much better feeling her squeezing my cock like a vise, fighting hard to keep it inside her. “Damn it!” I cursed, pulling out and letting my cock fall into my hand, using her juices to keep stroking, ready to fucking explode. My cum shot out, covering the arch of her back as she came hard, her fingers still frantically stroking her clit.
I kept rubbing my cock draining every last drop onto her perfectly untouched skin but resisting the urge to be an asshole caveman and rub it around and completely coat her in it.
Our heavy breathing echoed in the little confined space, and I felt like the temperature must have skyrocketed. She was trying to hold herself up, but I could tell her legs weren’t agreeing so I kneed down and took her foot into my hands, tugging off each of her heels and placing them to the side. They’d come in handy putting her pussy at the perfect height for fucking. But they’d done their duty now, and the last thing I wanted was to be carrying her home with a broken ankle and having to explain it was because she had sex jelly legs.
I pressed my lips to the outside of her thigh, and she shuddered, looking down at me.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook just yet,” she vowed, chewing on her lips with a shy smile. “You can’t just fuck me and get away with showing up late.”
I nodded. “I know fury fists. Let’s get you cleaned up, and head back to the clubhouse. I’ve got so much to fucking tell you. People for you to meet.”
Family to reunite.