Page 11 of Untouchable

She squeaks. “No. I’m being pretty bad right now.”

I tap my hand across her soft pussy and growl, “That’s not good. You need to be punished?”

“Yeah,” she whines, “hard!”

I pull back and slap her a little harder between the legs.

She’s panting now, her chest rising and falling with each smack, her pussy growing redder with each strike.

“Do you like being a naughty little girl?” I snap my hand against her mound again. She’s soaking wet, glistening with need.

“A little,” she whines as goosebumps ripple up her arms and over her chest. I’m not sure what I wouldn’t do for her at this point, but the chemistry in me has changed and shifted to a place I can’t control.

I slap her pussy again, nearly coming in my jeans as the sound of her gasp rockets through her frame.

With this last move, I lean in and kiss her soaking slit, licking the length of her folds. “You’re so soaking wet, little one.” I lap at the silky pleasure she’s made for me, circling, nibbling, biting her little clit as she jumps and squirms beneath my touch.

I didn’t realize I’d been so hungry.

Her thighs squeeze against the sides of my face, and she presses upward and scrubs against my beard as I suck her nub.

“Don’t stop!” she pants. “Please!” The sounds she makes are desperate and more perfect than any music I’ve ever heard. I want them in my ear as I fuck her hard.

I pull off her mound and kiss her dark, pink pussy. “You’re coming on my dick, little one. Bend over with your ass up. I want to watch you drip.”

She tugs off her nightgown and slides her panties to the floor. The room is dim but there’s that glow from the crack in the curtain that I still haven’t attended to. I make another mental note to fix that damn thing when we’re done.

Her back is down, her round little ass is up, and I lay one hard smack onto it, watching as her skin vibrates up her back before stroking my cock at her entrance. She’s so fucking wet.

“I need to come, Ox. It’s so bad.” I love the needy little sounds she makes.

My cock is aching like it never has before. All rational thought is gone.

I grip her hips and slide the tip of my dick into her pussy. I’m barely marinating in the silk when a pop hits the window, and a bullet flies through the bedroom wall.

Immediately, I know what’s happened. That stupid fucking window!

I pull Jo down to the ground and hover over her small frame. She’s terrified. This isn’t what I wanted for her. Not even close. I wanted her to feel special, needed, desired. I wanted to take my time and hold her tight. I wanted to finish what we started. I wanted to make her mine.

As the high comes down and my alertness goes up, I’m not sure what I was thinking. I should’ve closed that curtain first. The fact that I didn’t is the reason that bullet went where it did. This could’ve ended so much worse.

Fuck! I need to get on my game.

“Can you crawl under the bed?”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s a platform.”

“The closet?”

Banging ensues on the outside door, and though I’m usually good at keeping my cool, this dude has crossed a line.

“I can get in the closet,” she grips my arms, “but I don’t want you to go out there. What if he hurts you?”

I tip her chin up until her gaze meets mine. “I’ll be back for you. You’re safe. I promise.” We were always told in the military not to make promises. You never know with life and death. It’s fragile… but this is a promise I intend to keep. “I’ll be back. Do you know how to army crawl?”

“Hands and knees?”

“No.” I stay low, pulling my jeans back into place. “Like a snake. Pull with your elbows and keep your head down. Stay there until I come back. Tell me you understand.”

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