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Dot jumps and squirms against my touch, driving my cock to new levels of hard.

I kiss down her stomach, pulling her legs tight against my hips as I drive my cock into her slick, tight, warm, little pussy.

The meal she’s cooked sits cooling on the opposite side of the table, that alarm is still sounding, and now there’s a buzz in my jeans, too. I feel it against my feet. I wonder if the alarm has been buzzing so long that the automatic system has sent me an alert.

I don’t give a fuck about anything anymore.

I tilt my hips up and hold her by the legs, thumping into her tight little core like an out-of-control monster who can’t get enough. I’m insatiable. There’s nothing between my ears. Everything I have has slid toward my dick, leaving me completely brainless.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little girl.”

She moans and lifts her back off the table, holding tight to my wrists as I thrust in harder.

One hand weaves against my chest hair, and she pulls as I twist my thumb against her clit and fuck her little pussy as hard as I can.

Every fucking thrust gets me closer to climax, and as her thighs tighten around me, I know she’s ready to explode.

“Are you a dirty, fucking girl? You like thinking about me when you come?”

She pants, “Yeah. Well, so do you…”

A trapped growl bubbles up my throat at the thought of watching her masturbate the other night. She didn’t know I was there. My little secret. “I like watching you touch that gorgeous fuckin’ pussy. The moans tortured me all day.”

She whines and whimpers as I plow into her harder.

The alarm stops and the orgasm I’ve been working toward slams into me like a ton of bricks as waves of pleasure rise up from my toes and beat their way into my groin and upward.

“Good girl,” I groan. “Come on my cock. I want your sticky, slick, little pussy exhausted for me.”

She grips me tight, and her thighs shake before she screams out, convulsing against my hips.

My fucking God. If I could come again right now, I would. She looks so goddamn beautiful.

As her orgasm begins to subside, her body goes limp and soft, as does mine. I lift her up from the table and press her against my chest, petting her long hair down over her shoulder as she sighs and says, “Wow. What the hell just happened?”

I groan a low satisfied grunt. “You just became mine. I’d ask if you were okay with that, but you don’t have a choice at this point. So instead, I’ll apologize for not giving you that disclaimer at the beginning.”

She giggles against my chest and holds me tighter. “I think I’m okay with that. What about that alarm, though? Should we be concerned?”

I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I guess I should check the pad and see what’s out there. It’s probably a squirrel or something. I set it to the highest sensitivity. Sometimes sunlight will trigger it.”

Her lips graze against my chest as I pull from her warmth, regretting the decision instantly.

I’m still soaked with her pleasure, but I don’t bother wiping myself down. Instead, I step into my jeans and tug them into place before reaching for the control pad.

As I’m scrolling through footage of the last few minutes, I see a man walking around the side of the property. It’s a younger guy in his late twenties, long dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a scruffy black beard. He wears a Rolling Stones t-shirt and jeans.

He’s not from around here. I don’t have to ask Dot to know who he is.

“This is the asshole? The one from Seattle, right?”

She hops off the table and gasps. “Oh my God. What the hell? Why is he here?”

I set the tablet on the kitchen counter, kiss her forehead, and hold my pistol at my side.

“No clue, but he’s about to leave. You go into the back room and stay there until I tell you to come out.”

She shakes her head and takes my gun from my hand. “No. Thank you, but no. I’m going out there.”

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