and back when my lips slide down to her throat. Inhaling, I finally figure out what I’ve been smelling since she walked into the trailer. It’s the same fruity scent she always brings to a room. Only when my face is pressed between her tits, do I realize it’s watermelon. Clean and sweet, that’s how Shelby Campbell smells.
I could spend all day just playing with her magnificent tits. Yet I feel on a timer with Shelby. She’s so close to making a run for it. I catch her glancing at the door more than once. Even stoned, her mind considers escape.
Then her gaze finds mine, and she allows a little smile. She’s not a hundred percent here with me, but she isn’t gone either.
Just in case, I pin her to the bed with my strong body and then stick her with my large dick. Shelby Campbell ain’t going anywhere.
Every thrust into her body makes her perfect tits bounce. Shelby gasps and shivers depending on how fast I move. I like having that kind of control over this woman.
“Fish Fillet,” she groans when her pussy tightens around my cock. “Whopper.”
I don’t know what’s happening in her brain that makes her choose that shit to say rather than normal sex stuff, but I’m not complaining. Especially when her pussy has a death grip on my dick. I swear she’s willing her cunt to break off a piece for later. She even wears a crazy expression when she comes. Hell, I might be the one in trouble here.
Shelby calms down after her orgasm. Then she watches me as if she wants to remember all the details later for when she writes in her diary or creates a police report. I can’t tell where her head is. Never could, but she’s been all kinds of crazy since showing up.
I’m almost relieved when I jizz and can create space between us. Except I get a stab of panic as soon as I’ve shoved my body in the too-small corner of the sleeping area of the trailer. Shelby remains at the other end of the large bed. She doesn’t move or look at me. I’m certain she’ll run. I’ve prepared myself for whatever crazy shit she’ll do next, but I still wish she was next to me instead of out of reach.
Rather than scream and take off naked into the woods, Shelby just rolls over and smiles. “Was that really so bad?” she asks and crawls toward me. “Don’t know what you were so worried about.”
“Are you talking to me or the voices in your head?”
“You, silly. The voices and I communicate psychically,” she says and smiles in the way she does with her friends and brother. Her gaze holds mine as she stretches out next to where I sit. “I can’t believe I just got fucked on top of a Lily Johansson quilt. I should send a text to let her know. I sense she’ll appreciate that knowledge.”
“She’s the top guy’s daughter, right?”
“Yes, Cooper Johansson’s oldest daughter. Lily thinks I’m weird, and I know she’s a square. We’ll never see eye to eye. Still, this is a pretty quilt on your bed.”
I ain’t got nothing to say about her trash-talking a person I’ll probably never know. A better use of my time is focusing on her curvy ass as she rolls to her stomach and admires the stitching on the blanket.
“How come you were a virgin?”
“I told you. Men stink.”
“That’s not a good reason. I stink. You still came here.”
Shelby lifts her gaze and says, “I don’t know. I like you, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you like me?”
There’s something about her voice when she asks that question that puts me on the spot. Am I supposed to declare my love or devotion or spout some other Valentine’s Day-type shit? I don’t even know this woman. She might be prettier than anyone I’ve ever seen, but that don’t mean I want to be her bitch.
“Sure.”
Frowning, Shelby lifts herself up to her knees. “That much, huh?”
“I’d like you more if you sucked me off.”
“I’m never doing that,” she says, getting cold real fast.
“Don’t be a prude now,” I say and reach over to wrap my hand behind her neck. “You were plenty of fun just a few minutes ago.”
Leaning away from me, Shelby growls, “Fuck your fun.”
I realize she’s finally found her reason to bolt. Reaching over to grab her wrist, I want her to settle down. Shelby gives my hand a dark frown and then, for some reason, tries