Waiting.
I have to be sure she’s in a deep sleep. It’s her fantasy. One of the taboo ones she mentioned when showing me all her smut books she likes to read. I never thought much about it when we were younger, but now I get to act out all those filthy scenes in her head, and I’m already hard, dick pressing against my jeans.
When I glance at her bookshelf and dresser, there are dozens of books with sex in them. It’s cute. Women seem to get off on it.
I don’t mind. Not when it makes my girl hot and bothered and eager for me to fuck her. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.
When I hear her steady, even breathing, I rise from the chair. With one hand, I slowly pull away her blanket and expose every soft inch of her skin. She rolls onto her back, and I pause, waiting to see if she’s waking up.
She doesn’t.
This is perfect.
I kneel beside the bed and reach for her underwear. She’s wearing only a tank top and these white cotton panties. It’s sweet how pure she looks in the moonlight. Ripe and ready for me to dirty her up with my cum.
She doesn’t move as I drag them down over her hips and slide them off her feet. I tuck them into my jeans.
Letty makes a soft noise and rolls over onto her stomach, hiking one leg up the mattress. Fuck me. Her pussy is all but begging me to thrust inside.
I haven’t fucked her from behind yet, and suddenly that’s all I can think about. Careful with my buckle, I undo my belt and drop my jeans on the floor. My boots rest by her balcony doors. I took them off when I entered her bedroom.
The mattress dips under my weight as I climb on, settling so I can lean on one hand and touch her with the other. My fingers gently probe between her legs, brushing across the seam of her pussy before sliding in. She’s already wet.
I gather some of the moisture and slick it over the tip of my dick. I’m so fucking hard it almost hurts. I nearly tremble with need. Four fucking years since my cock saw action. I’ve waited too long to feel her tight channel gripping me.
Bracing myself, I lower my body until I line up the tip of my cock with her sweet hole. At first, I barely enter her. As much as I feel lust consuming me, I can’t help wanting to drag this out a little. To see how long I can fuck Letty before she fully awakens.
But she sucks my dick inside her pussy, and I’m helpless to hold back. It’s not long before I’m nearly buried to the base, gliding in and out as I hear her moan.
When Letty starts to shift her position, I press on her back to hold her in place. Scooting back a few inches, I tug her with me, staying lodged inside her as I pull back on her hips. She’s on all fours as I begin thrusting hard, moving her with my hands. Every time I rock my hips forward, I yank her back against me.
Her ass slams into my groin. I love this angle. I’m so fucking deep, hitting that spot that I know turns her on because she’s getting slicker the more I pound into her.
“Gage.”
“Touch yourself. Show me how good it feels.”
Her fingers begin to strum over her clit as her hips sway. She meets every one of my thrusts. I can feel her tighten around my dick. I know she’s going to come soon.
Her head tilts back as she cries out. I grab her hair and wrap it around my fist. As I tug on it, she comes. Her pussy spasms and then clenches around me. It feels so fucking good that I can’t hold out any longer. I shudder and spill inside her with deep thrusts until I’m spent.
I pull out and collapse beside her, drawing her into my chest. For a few minutes, we both breathe, staying silent.
Letty lifts her head and smiles.
God. Her fucking mouth. So sweet, warm, and inviting.
Sometimes I can’t think straight, torn between shoving my cock between those pillow-soft lips or driving deep into her pussy and claiming her cries.
“The way you stare at me is so intense,” Letty murmurs, gliding her fingers over my jaw. “Tell me why it took so long to find me.”
Her question surprises me. “I thought you’d know I was arrested after all the shit that happened when Mifflin attacked the clubhouse.”
“Yes, but you’ve been out for six months.”
Fuck.That marshal was feeding her intel. “That Brekker fucker told you, huh?”
She smacks my chest. It’s not hard. “Gage.”
