Page 90 of His Old Lady

He made her daring.

He made her want him. Outside. Inside. Wherever he would love her.

Without breaking her gaze, he said, "I didn't think this through."

She looked at the waist of his jeans hanging off his thighs. His boots trapped his pants on his legs. His vest covered his T-shirt. And, he looked sexier than anything she'd ever seen with him holding his pistol in his hand, not knowing where to put it.

Stepping toward him, she floated underneath the penetrating expression aimed at her. He made her feel beautiful and the answer to all his problem.

The closer she got to him, his cock pulsed, pointing at her. She reached out before she stopped. Wrapping her fingers around his width, she stroked, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

There was nothing she could do, and everything she could do to him.

She kneeled in front of him in the grass and eyed his pistol in his hand. "Don't shoot me."

"Faye—"

She sucked, creating a vacuum on his cock before he could move or argue with her. Like warm steel against her tongue, his cock pulsed bigger, harder, more determined in her mouth. Taking more of his length, she slowly withdrew only to plunge back down on him.

His thigh muscles bulged underneath her palms. She opened her eyes and tilted her chin, needing to see him.

He gazed down at her. His eyelids were heavy, but his eyes dark and aware. She worked him with her mouth, bracing against his legs.

Curley lifted his arm, the pistol still in his hand, and wiped his forearm over the top of his head. She suspected he was unaware of the weapon he held and highly aware of her lips around his cock.

Danger surrounded him. He was a biker. His hard lifestyle only interrupted when he sought out pleasure.

Pleasure, she would give him from now on.

With his free hand, he cupped the base of his cock. The part that wouldn't fit into her mouth. He used his thumb and finger to trace her lips every time she took more of him. The slight caress held a tremor.

She squeezed her thighs together.

The breeze tickled her skin as if the softest of fingers caressed her. Her nipples pebbled. She moaned as she sucked.

In the distance, she heard her name, but her arousal had grabbed hold of her. She dug her fingers into his thighs, pushing the amount of his cock she could take until her throat spasmed in warning.

Shuffling her knees closer, she hooked his legs with her hands. An urge to rub her body against him competed with her desire to make him come. Her body was antsy for attention.

Curley pulled away from her. Lost without him in her mouth, she gaped, trying to steady her racing heart.

He dropped to his knees. His legs still bound together by his jeans, he placed the gun beside them and physically contorted her body until she stared up into the cloudless sky on her back in front of him.

Widening her legs, she stretched her arms above her head. Her lower stomach coiled when his head lowered, blocking the setting sun from her view. Able to see him again without the glare, she reached up and brought his head down, capturing his mouth.

Curley settled between her legs. She lifted her pelvis, searching for the hardness that pressed against her inner thigh.

He held her head, forcing her to look at him as he plunged into her wetness. She moaned, but the sound never met the air. Taking his tongue as if she still sucked his cock, she hungrily fed her arousal.

Finding his neck, she trailed her fingers along the leather ropes, the chain, the medallion. He thrust into her harder. Holding on to his jewelry, she reached for the pleasure he stroked each time his body came fully into contact with her.

Her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. She bucked against him. Pleasure within her grasp, she couldn't touch him enough.

Letting go of his jewelry, she found his head and rubbed, bringing him closer and closer. Her climax swept in and suspended her. She gasped in his mouth.

He pulled his upper body back and stared down at her. She tried to speak, but only her mouth moved.

The lines on his forehead deepened, and his strokes grew longer, more unsteady until his head reared back, and he held himself completely inside her. Her ankles unhooked from the back of his legs, and her arms slithered off him.

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