Page 22 of Taken By the Bounty Hunter

“I don’t know. They never come back when that happens.”

“That’s a fucking crime, Georgie.”

She looks away. “The elders see young men and boys as competition. The more wives an elder has, the richer he’ll be inthe afterlife. So if there was ever anyone who showed interest in a girl, they ran the risk of being cast out.”

I want to tell her how absolutely fucked up that all is, but I get the feeling she already knows that.

“I’m telling you this so you know why I’m so…weird.”

“You’re not weird…”

“That’s sweet of you to say. But if things…progress, and I seem immature for my age, that’s why.”

I angle her face and kiss her softly on the lips, then meet her clear-eyed gaze.

“So what you’re telling me is, you’re a virgin.”

“Shocking, I know.”

I honestly could not give less of a shit about that. I’m just happy she’s here, and she’s mine. But I’d be lying if I said some deep, dark part of me gets a small thrill that I get to be Georgie’s first. And last, if I have anything to say about it.

I kiss her again, longer. “Don’t be afraid to kiss me back if you feel like it.”

She leans in and meets my lips. She moves against me, and her touch is heaven. Lips brush as our hands wander. She softens under my grip. Her sweet scent fills my lungs. Finally, her lips open to me as her kiss grows and deepens.

My tongue slips inside Georgie’s mouth. She softly gasps, her body jerking, effectively rubbing against my rigid length.

I moan into her mouth, and she makes the sexiest little noise in return.

Every move and every moan from her makes me pulse painfully, my penis aching as it pushes against the zipper of my jeans.

My hands grip the front of her hoodie, “Too many layers between us.”

She quickly unzips and tosses the hoodie aside, then rests a hand on my chest. I work the buckle free from one of the straps of her denim bib overalls, and the front of it falls open at an angle. Underneath her overalls, she wears a shabby, long-sleeved white tee-shirt that’s loose over her frame. It’s ridden up on her torso, revealing her ribs.

I touch her bare skin there.

“Your hands are so warm,” she says.

I brush aside the material of her tee-shirt, revealing the thin cotton bra underneath. I drag my hand from her ribs upward, cupping her soft breast, running my thumb over her nipple.

“Oh…” The sight of her biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed, makes me want to lay her down under me and hike her legs over my shoulder. But I have to wait. I have to go slow.

“You’re so damn pretty, Georgie. You’re so pretty, you put the filthiest thoughts into my head.”

Blood rushes to my cock as she tilts forward, her body making more friction, tormenting my rigid length.

The pad of my thumb teases her tight nipple that’s visible through her bra.

She leans in again and kisses me with more confidence, her tongue taking its time. Exploring. Wanting.

Georgie tastes sweet like lemonade, and her feminine scent intensifies.

“What kind of filthy thoughts?” she asks breathlessly.

I press long, wet, hungry kisses along her throat, pausing briefly as I describe things to her, struggling not to get too graphic at first. She needs comfort and protection right now. She doesn’t need to jump into the deep end. Not yet.

“I think about getting all these layers off you…taking your pretty nipples in my mouth and touching your soft tits.”

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