The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,72
her pussy wet his leg. He needed to recover, and the wait would do her good.
"I've seen other women suck off men at the clubhouse." She glanced at his cock. "None of them were as big as you."
His recovery time shortened the more time she spent scoping out his dick. He took in her ease at being around him naked. There was no embarrassment from her, nothing hidden from him.
Her hand slipped between her legs as she held the coffee mug in the other. He took a drink from his cup. Nothing was taboo to her. She had no hesitation, rolling with the feelings she'd got from blowing him off.
She grew up within the club, probably seen everything imaginable. Through everything she could've tried or experimented with, she'd stayed loyal to him.
He came with experience. There was nothing he hadn't tried, but all he wanted was her. He'd wasted years waiting for her to grow up, and here she was with him.
Uninhibited, openly curious, and making up for lost time.
She used her middle finger, sliding it slowly over her pussy. "Alyssa has more experience than me."
He wasn't surprised. Alyssa's older sister Amber was passed around at the clubhouse the moment she turned eighteen years old.
"I used to pretend that I knew as much as she did." She took her gaze off his cock and glanced at him. "I used to tell her things."
"What things?"
"Things that I imagined you doing to me." She stopped touching herself and placed her hand on her thigh, emitting a soft laugh. "I should probably tell Alyssa I lied. Some of the stuff was pretty out there. It was like the crazier things I made up became more real in my mind. I would pretend they really happened."
She leaned over and set the mug down on the floor, then turned until she faced him, straddling his thighs.
The lips of her pussy glistened. He stretched his arm out and slid his finger through the wetness. Her nipples peaked.
"Tell me this big lie. What were we doing?" He tipped back the mug and finished the coffee, setting the cup down beside the couch.
She fiddled with his dick, bringing life to it. After several long seconds, she whispered, "Like, one time, I told her you'd come over to Rachel and Skull's house, and we were eating dinner. You were sitting across from me." She rolled her eyes. "This is so stupid."
"Go on."
She inhaled deeply. "It was right after I had my first orgasm. Do you remember that?"
"Can't forget."
She was sixteen and inexperienced. He was happy she'd come to him and felt unashamed about how her body was feeling. It took everything in him not to do anything, and he held that memory with him through the years.
"Well, I told her you, um, stretched your leg out under the table while we were all eating dinner and rubbed your toes between my legs. And I had an orgasm. It was all secretive and sexy because neither of us showed any expression over what was happening under the table." She slid her hand up and down slowly the length of his hard cock. "I told her that right after everyone heard about you getting arrested."
Her brows lowered, and her hand stilled on him.
He watched her, trying to understand what was going through her head. She seemed caught up in that time. A time he'd missed with her.
She looked him in the eyes. "I don't think I told her because I wanted to brag about being more experienced. I felt like I had lost you, and telling her that lie made me feel like I still had you."
"Kids lie for all kinds of reasons. It doesn't make it wrong," he said.
She leaned over and kissed his chest, pressing herself against his cock. "It's silly, really. I hadn't even thought of that until now. Alyssa probably laughs about it, considering I doubt if anyone could have an orgasm like that."
He hooked his hands under her armpits and dragged her off his body. "Come on."
"What are we going to do?" She grabbed his hand when he stood.
"Shower." He led her to the bathroom.
While he couldn't take her memories of him being in prison away from her, he could prove her wrong and turn her lie into the truth.
Chapter 32
THE SIGHT OF DUTCH, butt naked, squirming on a small wooden chair at the table, was too cute. Marla covered her mouth with both hands, trying not to let her laughter slip out.