Page 150 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Hi.”

“Asshole.”

“Come here,” I growl, dropping my towel in exchange for grabbing my woman.

She whimpers as my mouth crashes against hers. I kiss her like I haven’t seen her in eight years, not eight hours. Our tongues tangle and thrash, each of us desperate to taste the other. I finger the hem of her T-shirt and pull it up over her body, ridding her of the offending material so I can see her gorgeoustits. She moans when I caress the fat mounds, thumbing her hard nipples.

“Mine,” I growl.

She grips my aching dick. “Mine.”

“That so, huh?” I smirk at her.

Her lips kick up into a wicked grin. “Gonna claim it right now.”

“Fuck,” I groan as she drops to her knees, her blue eyes peering up at me.

“Shhh,” she says before licking the tip that leaks with pre-cum. “I have promises to make to my little friend right now.”

I grab a handful of her silky hair in my punishing grip. “Little?”

“Would you rather I call it precious?”

“You’re such a bitch,” I grunt out. “Put my big dick in your mouth and choke on it, little storm. I want to watch your mascara run as you gag on it.”

She runs her tongue up and down my shaft in a tortuous, teasing way. “It’s too big for my mouth,” she murmurs, making her voice soft and breathy like she’s innocent.

Stormy is far from fucking innocent.

“Try, beautiful.”

Her eyes gleam at my praise and she wraps her juicy, pink lips around my cock. It’s a stretch, but this woman has a big mouth. I like that I can shut her up with my big dick and that she can take it. The scrape of her teeth along my shaft has me hissing and my grip in her hair tightening. Blue eyes water as she regards me with a look of pure adoration.

Fuck.

I’m going to fall so hard for this bitch.

So fucking hard.

She grabs hold of my balls, her eyes lighting up in a threatening way that has my blood pressure spiking, but all shedoes is rub at them. It feels so fucking good to have her mouth on me. I can’t even remember the last time I had my dick sucked, but I can say for a fact no blowjob ever felt this damn good.

Stormy hums and gags as she attempts to swallow my dick. Saliva runs down her chin and her eyes leak, sending streaks of black skating down her red cheeks. So fucking pretty. My painful grip in her hair turns soft. I stroke her hair and lock eyes with her. In one stare, I tell her exactly what’s on my mind.

I want you.

I need you.

I trust you.

She’s intuitive and must read my thoughts because her eyes water for different reasons than choking on dick. I’ve made her happy. And that fucking makes me happy. Soon, Stormy has my nuts drawing up with pleasure. My strangled sounds of pleasure are her only warning of what’s to come. Like a good girl, she intensifies her efforts, sucking me like a fucking Hoover. I groan as I empty my release into her waiting, constricting throat that eagerly swallows my dick like it’s a fucking Slurpee. Hot cum jets down her throat, filling her up with me.

“You’re really damn good at that,” I praise, my voice hoarse and raspy.

I pull her to her feet and hug her to me. Her body relaxes in my arms.

“Thank you for not leaving.” I kiss the top of her head. “And since I didn’t get arrested, thanks for not calling the cops on me either.”

“You’re growing on me, Jeremy Koynakov.” She winks before she starts to pull away, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. “What?”

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