I tug her shirt off and unclasp her bra and she’s laid out beneath me, naked and beautiful.
I kiss her neck and trail down, settling in between her thighs. Running my fingers through her slit, she bucks and moans.
I lick her clit and nibble as she withers. She doesn’t really cuss until I’m between her legs, quite colorfully.
“Please…..” she begs.
“Do you like this, sweetheart?” I ask as I pump a finger in and out, adding another one.
“Yes,” she squeaks as she clenches her fist in the sheets and moans.
I flick her clit with my tongue and curl the fingers inside of her and she cries out in ecstasy. Her body shakes as her orgasm rockets through her body. When she comes down, I kiss her.
I hold myself up and groan as I push inside her. Fuck me. She feels like heaven. I give her a chance to adjust as I pull out slowly and then I slam home.
She cries out, another orgasm close. I thrust in and out, grunting as I pick up the pace. I’m so close. Her pussy grips my cock as she goes over the edge, screaming my name as she lets go. I follow right behind her, collapsing next to her on the bed.
I pull her close, holding her.
“How was that for a momma’s boy?” I tease her.
“Not sure. It was good but I’d have to get another go at it until I can render my verdict,” she deadpans.
And then she laughs. Little minx.
She cleans herself up and redresses as I do the same, shaking my head and chuckle.
She’s mine.
“Lunch across the street?”
“Yeah,” she nods.
“We should get going. The boys will be in soon as will my uncle,” I say and she just smiles at me.
We drive to the gym and Thorn is waiting outside with Tristan and they look pissed.
And it’s not until we exit the vehicle and take a few steps that I understand why.
Her car has been torched, destroyed. Windows smashed, seats torn out and ripped. Also someone set it on fire. How did no one report this?
“Sweetheart?” I grab her hand.
“How did my car get here? It was at your house. Who would do this?” Do you think he did this?” She rushes out and wipes a tear.
She’s not mad, she seems calm, but I see the tear that slipped down her face.
“I don’t know,” I say, “Thorn, call the police and ask for Detective Parks.”
“On it,” Thorn does as asked.
“I’ll buy you a new one. You can borrow one of mine until then if you need to go somewhere,” I pull her close.
“Why would he do this? What did I ever do to him?” And she wipes another tear.
“Sweetheart, look at me,” and she tips her head back to look at me.
“We will find out those answers soon,” I assure her.