Page 50 of Outlaws of Tulsa

She slowly rolls her hips. “Why is he the enemy?”

Ignoring her, I buck my hips up, loving the whimper that escapes her. She peels off her shirt and I groan, raking my eyes over her naked flesh. Her black bra seems useless as her tits nearly spill out of the cups. Reaching up, I pull each black, lacy cup down to reveal her nipples to me. Small, rosy, hard. I run my thumb over one and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me,” she moans, grinding harder against me.

I grip her throat, hauling her to me. “I’m not. I’m just going to bite and suck on you.”

When I suck her small nipple into my mouth, her fingers tangle in my hair and she cries out. She uses my body to chase her pleasure as I abuse her nipples with my teeth. I’m about to nut in my jeans when she suddenly pulls back. With a quick flip of her fingers, she tosses the bra away. Her deft fingers go to her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping quickly.

Stop her.

Tell her to fucking stop.

I lick my lips and watch as she strips away her panties and shorts.

Young. Naked. Mine.

I don’t tell her to stop. Just watch with anticipation as she undoes my jeans. Her hand is hot around my dick as she pulls it out. I lift my hips and she pulls my jeans down to my knees. Then, with a wicked grin, she pushes my shirt up my chest.

“I’m not fucking you,” I growl, gripping a handful of her tiny ass.

“Why not?” She fucking pouts.

I reach between her spread thighs and rub my knuckle on her clit. “Because you look like my daughter.”

She bites on her bottom lip, situating herself so she can rub her wet pussy along my length. “Why is that a problem?”

“It’s fucking sick, Hadley.”

Her cheeks turn pink for a moment and then she practically hisses at me. “But we’re not related, Koyn. So it’s not sick. Just because I look like her doesn’t mean I’m her. If you fucked her, that’d be a different story.”

I smack her thigh. “Enough.”

She rolls her hips, up and down my dick, getting it nice and juicy. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I pinch her clit. “Fuck yeah I do.”

“So you’re denying yourself. And me.”

“Yep.”

“Asshole.”

“It is what it is, PG. Now make yourself come all over my dick.”

She leans forward to kiss me. Hot and messy and needy. I grab her ass, pulling and pushing, so I can feel her on every inch of my dick. I want nothing more than to push my cock inside her, but I refrain. I collect some of the juices she’s left on my dick andrub at her ass crack. She whimpers but doesn’t move away from my touch.

“I’m going to fuck you here,” I murmur. “One day.”

“You said—”

I push my long finger into her tight asshole, loving the squeal that rips from her. Her ass is so fucking tight. If it were my dick, I would’ve come already. I’m reminded about what that fucker said about my wife. How I should have prepared her. Not gently, I probe and stretch Hadley’s ass as she slides her needy cunt along my dick.

“Koyn,” she whimpers. “This feels good. I want you inside me.”

My dick thumps in agreement. “No.”

“Please.”

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