Page 30 of Taken By the Bounty Hunter

I nearly come apart when I reach between her legs, suddenly remembering that she’s wearing my boxers.

I tug almost angrily at the waistband until she shifts upward and helps me shove the boxers down. I sweep them off and toss them aside, happy and relieved to have her back where I wanted her. As if those few seconds of lost contact between our bodies threatened to ruin my night.

I slide my hand between her thighs and cup her warm, soft pussy. She ignites at my touch, urging me onward with her clawing fingers on my shoulders.

The wet heat I find between her folds has my mouth watering.

Not that, Jefferson. Not yet. She’s not ready for that. Soon. I’m happily satisfied with getting to know her body. Her likes and dislikes. What makes her cry out, and what makes her melt. I sink one finger into her tight heat, stroking in and out.

“You’re so sweet and wet, Georgie.”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Is that pretty pussy gonna come for me?”

Georgie answers with an unintelligible whimper.

“Is it?”

She hums, squeezing me with her thighs. “Yes.”

“Whose pussy is it?”

Dazed and confused, she rasps, “Who…?”

“Who does this pussy come for?”

“I…oh…it’s for you…?”

“That’s my girl. She’s a needy little girl, and she comes only for me.”

“Oh …oh my god…” she moans as I stroke in and out, stretching her inner walls.

Georgie whines when I pull out. “Don’t stop…please…”

Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

My mouth finds hers, and my tongue soothes her frustrated cries as the meat of my palm finds her swollen clit.

She cries out into my mouth as I work her over, massaging her there in slow, deliberate circles.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Now,” I murmur in her ear.

Her body seizes, and I muffle her cries with my hand over her mouth. Her honey drenches my hand, and I keep going until she relaxes into me.

I can’t wait until I can do everything with her. Take her outside and show her the world. Make her my wife. My forever person.

For now, I’ll take stolen moments in a closet. Whatever it takes to keep her feeling safe.

I lie there for I don’t know how long, until I’m sure she’s in a deep sleep.

Joaquin can’t keep his big feet from shaking the whole house when he unlocks the back door. I didn’t even hear him leave.

“Where you coming from?” I ask a minute later when I find him at the back door, pulling off his boots.

He gives me an uncharacteristically beaming smile. “Had a pretty big job.”

I nod. “Cool.”

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