Page 23 of Taken By the Bounty Hunter

“Oh,” she squeaks, her thighs squeezing me, urging me on.

“You like that?”

“Hmm, yes.”

Another long, wet kiss. Another teasing touch over her boob.

“I think about what you would look like under me. How you would look with your legs wrapped around me, taking me bare as I make you mine.”

Georgie kisses me with tongue, and with a sweet whimper that makes me ready to take her right here on the disgusting linoleum.

“I need to kiss you everywhere until my marks are all over you. So everyone knows you belong to me.”

“I want you, Jefferson.”

I hook my thumb into the flimsy bra and tug it downward until her gorgeous tit is exposed to me, letting me take her nipple into my mouth. Her skin is ridiculously soft as I suck and lickand tease. She writhes on top of me, moaning as her fingertips scrape over my shorn head.

I need those hands of hers everywhere.

Breathless, I pull away from her nipple, and she whines.

“You’re gonna make me completely lose control, sweetheart.”

Georgie’s eyes widen as she looks down at me. “Will you show me how? How to…touch it?”

I groan against her almost bare shoulder. “Why do you have to be so sweet?”

“Do you want me to be mean?”

Laughing, I say, “You grinding on it is mean enough. It’s torture.”

Georgie pulls back and reaches down between us. “I don’t like torture,” she says, reaching down and covering my crotch. “It’s a particular pet peeve of mine.”

I guide her eager hand slowly as she strokes me, working the meat of her palm slowly and firmly over the bulge in my jeans.

Sitting here with Georgie on top of me, my cock aching to be free, it’s all I can do to breathe.

“Am I going too fast for you?” Georgie asks.

“Baby, I’m afraid it might be the opposite.”

“What do you mean?”

“You…feel too good,” I say, fighting the urge to thrust. And I want to. I could, even with her sitting on top of me. I could makeher fucking bounce on me and she wouldn’t have to do anything but hold on.

“Tell me what to do, Jefferson.”

My reply is a low, strangled groan. I’m lost in her kiss.

When she pulls back, she says, “Show me.”

“Soon. We should slow down.”

“Why? I want to show my gratitude, Jefferson.”

I press my forehead to hers and cup the back of her neck like I own her.

“No. You first.”

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