Page 44 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I intensify my efforts, bucking against her pussy, wishing like fuck I could just impale her with my dick. Instead, I rub and rub and rub until she cries out in pleasure, her entire body jolting. My nuts seize at the sound of her breathing and hot cum shoots out of my cock, jetting up onto my shirt she’s wearing. It makes me wish I’d torn off her shirt so I could rub my cum all over her skin, claiming her.

But fuck…

I don’t want to claim her.

Not like that.

I sit up on my haunches, thankful I can’t see her face in the dark. Absently, I reach out, seeking my cum, and find a glob of it. I smear it between the lips of her pussy, rubbing it against herthrobbing clit. She whines and whimpers, but I use my cum to bring her to another orgasm. And because I can’t help myself, I slip my finger inside her, hating myself for not manning up and fucking her like she deserves.

With all the self-control I possess, I pull my finger out of her and give her pussy a pat.

“Go to your room, Hadley.”

She scoffs. “W-What? Why?”

“Because if you stay…I don’t know what’ll happen if you stay.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should be.”

“Koyn…”

I climb off the bed and storm into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Walking over to the mirror, I take a long hard look at the man reflected in it.

Scarred.

Old.

Angry.

Villain.

My mouth is red from our kiss and my dick is flaccid, still dripping.

Go to your room, Hadley.

Fucking please.

A man only has so much self-control.

Her bedroom door slams shut.

I let out a long sigh and mutter, “Good girl.”

Hadley

He’s going to pretend like nothing happened.

Unbelievable.

“What did he do last night?” Stormy asks, dragging me into the pantry and away from my perch at the window where I was happily glaring at Koyn, who’s outside smoking.

I roll my eyes. “Nothing.”

She lets out a sigh that could be misconstrued as relief. But why? “Probably for the best.”

“Because I’m too young?” I taunt, my voice turning mean.

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