Page 41 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“No.”

“Koyn…”

“It’s not fucking cool if I get undressed in here with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking kid.”

“And you’re an asshole. Get naked already. It’s not like I didn’t see that monster cock tenting the blankets this morning.”

I scowl at her. I’d been pissed when I woke up in bed with her. My dreams last night had been confusing. A memory rather. Me rushing to Blaire when she was little. She’d cried after a nightmare. Then, somehow, I was living my memory but with Hadley.

“Koyn.” She lets go of my neck to slide down my body, her pussy rubbing right against my dick. To my horror, it hardens.

Wickedness gleams in her eyes as she looks up at me. I drop my stare from her eyes to her smiling mouth to her perky tits.

Fuck.

My dick strains in my jeans. I grip her ass, glaring at her.

“What in the hell are you doing?” I demand.

“Feeling you.”

I close my eyes and grit my teeth. “Stop.”

“But you don’t want me to,” she taunts, working her body along my now achingly hard cock.

She slides her legs down and then her hands are at my button of my jeans. Unsnapping and unzipping. I shake away my lust-filled daze, coming to terms with what’s happening.

Fuck no.

I seize her neck, pushing her against the tile wall. My leg presses between hers and I pin her with my body. “You think you can play me?”

Her eyes widen. “W-What? No.”

“Two days ago, you were in love with that piece of shit’s son. Now you’re ready to fuck me?”

“I’m not—”

“You’re rubbing on me like a cat in heat. Is that what you want? For me to dick you into submission? Will that make you fucking behave?”

“You’re being an ass—”

I grip her throat tighter, cutting her off mid-sentence, and lean in to her ear. “We’re not going to fuck. You’re not going to escape. What you are going to do is wash your body, put some fucking clothes on, and stay out of trouble.”

Releasing her, I step back to sneer at her. My eyes, of their own accord, flit down to her tits and then down her smooth, taut stomach to her tiny scrap of her white bikini bottoms. This girl is trouble.

Before I can leave, she swings at me, her palm cracking against my cheek. Anger explodes through me. I grab her by her hair, twist her around to face the wall, and then I yank down her bottoms, baring her ass to me.

Smack!

She cries out, her ass clenching after the first hit. I don’t relent and lay into her, spanking her over and over until my hand goes numb. Her choked sob has me jerking away from her, shaking away my daze. My dick is hard as fuck in my jeans and I fixate on her bright red ass. Tight, curvaceous, small.

Fuck.

Fuck.

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