The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,34

her talk until she fell asleep.

MARLA MARIE WHIMPERED, moving her knee higher on Dutch's body. He stretched his ankles. His boots restricted his movement.

She'd thrown her leg over him during the night, waking him up. Dead tired, he'd only dozed since she'd fallen asleep on him.

TV had sucked after midnight when the only thing to watch was some cheap-ass vanilla porn on cable, making him more miserable.

His cock throbbed with a stiff one he couldn't shake with little Miss Marla Marie making all kinds of moans and cries while rubbing herself on him.

He needed to get up and hit the road. Due to arrive in Spokane tonight, he still needed to check in with Woody.

Lifting his head up, he kissed the top of Marla Marie's head. "Wake up."

"Mm..." She shifted, moving on top of him, straddling his hips until the heat of her pressed down on his cock.

He closed his eyes in sweet torture. Unable to take much more, he slapped her ass.

She startled awake and blinked rapidly, looking at him. Her lips curled upward before slightly parting. Her pelvis ground against him, and her eyelids fluttered before she let her head fall back to his chest.

She raised her arms, tangling her hands in his hair as her hips slowly rose and fell, rubbing herself on the front of his jeans in her drowsiness.

He could smell the sweet scent of sleep on her and got the warmth of her body against his. None of that helped shake his morning hard-on.

He stretched. "Wake up."

She whined in protest, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. Pushed too far, knowing she could hear him, he rolled her on the couch and pressed his cock against her pussy.

"Don't start what you can't finish," he said on a growl, enjoying having her under him more than he wanted to admit.

She hooked her feet behind his calves and cupped his cheeks with her hands before she opened her eyes. "I'm old enough to have sex."

Jesus. H. Christ.

He pushed up, and she held on, taking him back down on her. "You don't know what you're doing."

"Why don't we ever kiss?" She traced his lips with her finger. "Kiss me. Kiss me like you do other women."

His cock pulsed. Her words played in circles in his head, and he couldn't make himself get off her.

Her legs tightened around his, and her hips pressed forward. "Do you feel that, too?" she whispered.

He licked his lips. Fuck him, he couldn't stop himself from asking, "Feel what?"

"Between my legs." She swallowed. "It's all fluttery. Is this what it feels like to have an orgasm?"

"You know what an orgasm is?"

"Duh." She laughed softly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. The soft flesh slid against her pearly whites, and she said, "I just haven't had one yet. It's so hard to do."

"Have you tried?" He groaned, the question coming out of his mouth without a thought.

She nodded. His muscles tensed, wanting to kill the boy who'd taught her about pleasure.

"Amber, Alyssa's older sister, said I have to keep touching myself." Her eyelids closed before she gazed at him again. "Down there." She exhaled softly. "I'm supposed to...touch myself until I find something that makes me feel good." She breathed harder. "But rubbing against you feels better to me." She inhaled swiftly. "Your dick is hard. Do you like it, too?"

His temple throbbed. She was too young for him to show her how good it felt for both of them. He'd hurt her, not only physically, but ruin her damn life.

He lowered his head and captured her lips, prepared to scare her enough to stop her from experimenting with him and her tongue swept across his, stopping him from pulling away.

Grinding against her, he let her deepen the kiss—something someone else had taught her. He wanted to push that memory out of her fucking head and replace it with him.

She belonged to him.

He sucked, licked, opened her up wider. She lowered her hands, grabbing on to his belt at his sides, pulling him harder against her as her slim hips moved more frantically.

Propped up on his elbows, he held her head, owning her mouth. Taking the sweetness like a drunk tasting his first sip after a dry spell.

She took his lower lip into her mouth. His cock pulsed. He'd always been the one who went for a woman's bottom lip, and the change left his balls aching.

She moaned, throwing her head back. He caught sight of her eyes before her lids