Page 22 of Wolfish Hunger
She turns and stares at me in disbelief. "Kane, you do realize I have almost no money."
"Pfft.I have boatloads of it. You need a vehicle." I shrug casually. "I mean… It's just logical, right? We both want you to be able to get around safely.”
"So you're just gonna buy me a car like…that?" she asks, snapping her fingers.
"Yes." My smirk makes her nose wrinkle up. “Just like that. But with a credit card, not the sassy snap.”
"I feel like I would need to…I don't know…pay for it somehow."
“Didn't we say that you're going to teach me how to cook? That’s payment enough. Plus, the way I see it, the most incredible woman in the world is about to come live with me, and that's worthy of a celebration. We can celebrate by buying a truck. And having cake.”
Her laughter is positively adorable.
"In the meantime, I've got five vehicles here. You can just pick whichever one you want to drive around until you find something you love. I vote we go shopping just for fun, and if you don't see anything perfect, we can wait as long as you'd like."
"What aboutmyvote?" Her palms run down my chest as she flutters her eyelashes.
"Honestly, I want you to get a vehicle that’s safe for these rough roads. Other than that, it can be anything you like. I'll even have it wrapped in hot pink plaid if that will make you happy." Mmm, her round ass feels so perfect in my hands. Her soft, curvy body makes my heart race every time we get this close, yet it’s the way she’s looking at me that’s really getting my motor running.
She grins, her eyes sparkling. "Okay. You want me to be safe, so you're giving me a truck. I wanted to give you something the other day, and you stopped me from giving it to you."
I blink at her. "What was that?"
Sammie licks her lips seductively, then drops her gaze to the waistband of my faded grey sweatpants.
"Oh," I mutter in surprise, as the front of my pants quickly displays my reaction to her idea. "Baby, you can always do anything you want to me. But don't ever feel obligated."
Her palms slip under my t-shirt to caress my lower back. "Just what kind of relationship is this going to be?" she asks softly.
"Any kind you like. You can keep working for your father. You can work at something else. If you decide to go back to school, we'll move there for the length of your course. Or we can travel the world. Make it up as we go along."
Her hands slip under my waistband, then slowly slide around to the front.
My breath catches, and I need to clear my throat before I can speak. "I have a seriously ridiculous amount of money, baby. My brothers and I have been planning ways to give a lot back to the town. But for us to live however we want, don't even worry about that, it’s covered." I kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose. "If you're asking whether you're going to be pampered and cared for, the answer is yes."
My air sucks in sharply as her fingers reach my hard cock.
"I would like to make you feel cared for." Sammie grins, stroking me gently. "Not because you're buying me a truck. Because you're ridiculously hot, and I'm curious."
I shuffle a half step back to lean against the counter. “Then hell, baby…do anything you like."
The devilish look in Sammie's soft brown eyes causes a drop of liquid to release from the tip of my shaft. My dick has never been this hard. I didn’t even know I could be this hot for a woman. It’s clear that I’m already obsessed with my gorgeous girl – and I’m only going to get worse as time goes on.
My heavy balls swing slightly as she pulls down my pants. She drops to her knees, carefully pulling my cock toward her lips.
I spread my legs, wedging a foot against the front of the oven to lower my hips several inches to make it easier for her.
She kisses the tip gently, then runs her tongue around it slowly, sending shivers through every inch of my body. My cock feels overheated, as if it's molding to her touch. "Is this right?" she whispers softly.
"Everything is perfect. Do whatever you want, baby."
The excitement that sparks in her eyes actually makes my breath stop for a few seconds.
The sight of my beautiful Sammie stroking the base of my shaft while running the head over her mouth like a lipstick causes my heart to hammer in my chest. Her back arches slightly, as if she knows how much I love looking at her perfect tits, swaying in nothing but my t-shirt.
"I would really like to take you to the bedroom right now." My voice is husky as her lips wrap around the head, then slowly move along my length.
She moans on the trip back, her tongue flickering against the underside. Then she pops it out of her mouth. "Nah, I’m busy right here."
