Page 49 of A Little Naughty

I’ve got to find my control, so I don’t come too fast. I move my hand around her thigh to the center of her legs. Through the ultimate bliss blanketing my mind, I find that swollen little bud and gently begin to circle it.

“Ohh…” she moans long and low, and her ass starts to bob up and down.

She’s pulling my cock with her movements, and I can’t hold out any longer. My hips start to rock, thrusting in and out to meet her. My hand is on the table, and we’re fucking hard and fast.

My eyes are shut, and the legs of the table squeak against the floor with our violent movements. She breaks with a wail, and wetness covers my hand.

I grip her hips and thrust hard, three more times until I have to hold steady, moaning and trembling as the orgasm racks my insides. Pulse after pulse, I fill the condom until my knees bend.

She rises off the table, pressing her back to my chest, and my hands are all over her, sliding over her stomach and up to her breasts. My mouth covers her neck in kisses, and she rocks her hips against me a few more times.

I’m still inside her, and her movements make my legs tremble. I groan in pleasure mixed with pain as another pulse of orgasm electrifies my lower pelvis. Reaching down, I grasp the condom as I pull out, quickly tying it off.

“This way.” She takes my arm, waiting as I jerk my jeans over my hips with one hand.

I follow her into the small kitchen where she opens the cabinet beneath the sink.

“Trash,” she notes, and I quickly toss the condom.

She takes my hand again, and I follow her to the bedroom. “Take off your clothes.”

I’m mesmerized watching her slide her dress off her naked body. She’s standing in front of me like a painting. Her skin is ivory, and her body is curved and beautiful.

Her nipples are hard and pointed on teardrop breasts, and she licks her bottom lip as I step out of my boots then shove my jeans off my ankles.

I’m sated, but my dick isn’t finished with her tonight. When I’m completely nude, she holds out a hand, and I follow her into the small bathroom.

“We can get cleaned up before bed.” I wait, watching as she reaches into the shower and turns on the water.

“Are you asking me to spend the night?” I want to pull her naked body to mine and slide the full length of her down the full length of me.

“Do you have a previous engagement?” Her eyebrow arches, and I exhale a short laugh.

“No, ma’am. I’m all yours tonight.”

“I like the sound of that.”

She starts to step into the shower, but in this light, I see red marks on her upper arm. It looks like someone grabbed her hard enough to leave a bruise, and my brow lowers.

“What’s this?” I gently touch the marks, anger burning in me at the thought of someone hurting her. “Who did this to you?”

Her lips part, and she inhales slowly, blinking fast. “I had a run-in with this guy. It’s nothing.”

Like hell it’s nothing. “A guy here in Eureka?”

I know everybody in this town, and I’m going through the list of names trying to figure out which high-end abuser just made my To-Do list.

“No!” She shakes her head, reaching for my hand. “He’s from Branson. He kind-of showed up here, passing through, I guess. We didn’t part on good terms, but I dealt with him. Or I should say I threw Aiden Stone at him, and he went away. I guess knowing Sheriff Stone has its benefits after all.”

“I wouldn’t know.” And I’m not satisfied.

Moving closer to me, she rises on her toes to kiss my cheek. “I don’t want to think about him.” Her body moves against mine, soft breasts against my chest. “I want to think about you, and what we came in here to do.”

She steps into the shower and turns her back to the spray. Bending her arms, she reaches up to slide her hands over her face, up to her forehead, and the water runs through her hair, tracing rivulets over her shoulders, down her breasts, to her bare pussy.

She lowers her chin, fixing darkened blue eyes on me, and I step inside, going to her. I’m still heated that someone touched her in anger, but I can put that away to deal with later.

For right now, I can’t deny her effect on me. I’d say she’s like a centerfold, but she’s so much better.

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