Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,28
yet, I don’t make the call, simple as that. Malcolm will probably be pissed, but I don’t care right now, not when I’m still flying high on the after-sex endorphins. I didn’t hurt Cora the first time – at least nothing major, so I’m sure I could fuck her a few more times without completely breaking her.
She thought I was a good guy sent to save her.
Wonder what she thinks now that I treated her like a fuck toy.
Guess I’m about to find out.
The door to the beach house is surprisingly unlocked when I return, so she hasn’t locked me out yet. I gave her the only set of keys. So, if she doesn’t want me to come in, I won’t kick in the door to get to her. I’ll take the hint and walk away.
As soon as I take my first step inside, I smell something good cooking.
“You came back,” Cora says when she turns around, wiping her hands on a towel as I stroll toward the kitchen.
“What do you mean I came back?” I ask, tossing the bag with her phone on the bar counter. “I told you I was going to get you a phone. There’s your phone.”
“Oh. Thanks,” she says. “Are you staying for lunch? I’m making a chicken stir fry.”
“I’m staying for as long as I stay,” I announce since I can’t give her anything definite even if I wanted to.
“Okay. I’ll grab you a plate,” Cora replies, her tense shoulders relaxing a little.
As she moves around the kitchen in a different white and yellow dress than the one I fucked her in, I notice her hair that’s up in a ponytail is damp from a shower. This dress has a V-neck and doesn’t even reach her knees, showing off her lean legs and hugging all of her curves. I get hard just wondering what color panties she’s wearing underneath and studying her tits to see if she’s wearing a bra.
I can’t wait until after dinner to find out.
Except, why should I have to wait until after dinner to have her? Our agreement was whenever I wanted her, and I want her again right fucking now.
So, after she pulls a pan of rolls out of the oven and turns it off, I go into the kitchen intending to find out. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I spin her around and press my hand on the center of her back to bend her over the empty counter on the opposite side, making her squeak in surprise.
“What are you…oh!” she exclaims when I flip the skirt of her dress up to her back and tug on her miniscule lace panties so hard they rip apart.
As I unzip my pants with one hand, I slide my fingers through her folds with the other. When I shove two up into her hot pussy, Cora whimpers at the intrusion. I’m a bastard for enjoying the sound, even though I know it means she’s not ready for my dick and is probably still a little sore from earlier.
“You’re not wet yet,” I remark, pumping just one finger in and out of her a few times.
“You-you didn’t really give me any warning here,” she replies.
“Are you sore?” I ask.
“No-no. Not really,” she says, which is good because that wouldn’t have stopped me anyway. “Just…give me a little time…”
“Our deal was I get to fuck you whenever I’m hard. I’m hard and ready to fuck you now.”
“I-I noticed,” Cora stammers when I try pushing in two fingers again, but it only makes her pussy clench tighter, trying to prevent the intrusion. “Could you…could you maybe try licking your fingers or-or me first?”
My fingers pause mid-thrust inside of her. “You want me to lick your pussy?” I ask, my tongue wetting my lips at the prospect. Why didn’t I think of that? Just yesterday I was fantasizing about eating her cunt like a starving man.
“Yes?” it sounds like she’s throwing the question back at me.
Since that seems to be the quickest way to fuck her without it hurting, I drop down to my knees and swipe my tongue through her folds, making Cora’s ass squirm as she moans, coating my tongue with her sweet flavor.
“You like that?” I ask to make sure.
“Yes!” she exclaims, so I do it again and again, causing her hips to buck faster and faster as they slam back against my face, chasing my tongue. “More! Please!”
I squeeze her ass cheeks in either hand to spread them apart at