Page 134 of Running Winter

"So, you're shit at DIY." Heather laughed, peering at the shelf. "It's a good thing I know guys that aren't."

She smirked at me then, biting her lip seductively.

This girl.

"Call them then. Tell them your man can't fix shelves, but he can make you scream his name five times in a row. See how that works out for ya."

"Baby, I'm joking!" Heather squealed, wrapping her arms around my waist. She peered up at me with her baby doll eyes, and I hummed in response. "It was four, actually. Don't get ahead of yourself."

I stared at her as I shook my head, wondering where the fuck she got off with her cocky attitude. Sometimes, she was so alpha it drove me crazy, but it kept me on my damn toes. I glanced down at her tiny shorts and stroked my chin thoughtfully.

"Uh oh, I know that look," Heather said excitedly. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking."

"Well," I drawled, turning to sit on her bed, dragging her towards me through the belt loop of her shorts. "I think your attitude deserves a little punishment."

"Oh, Rafe, don't tease," Heather pleaded, and I checked the clock on her wall.

"I need to be at the tattoo convention at six pm. You've got exactly twenty minutes to redeem yourself. So take your shorts off and anything underneath them."

"You know I'm not wearing anything underneath them," Heather purred innocently, and my cock hardened at her words.

She peeled off the shorts, revealing her shaved pussy.

"Touch your toes," I commanded, dropping my trousers as Heather did as I said, stroking herself with excitement. Her fingers massaged her core before I'd even reached her, but I appreciated it as time was limited.

I spat on my hand, before wrapped it around my angry cock, pushing it towards her tiny slit.

"Oh my God," Heather panted, touching her toes with one hand.

"Hold onto your ankles, and try not to fall," I smirked, ramming my cock into her.

Heather cried out instantly, but she was incredibly flexible.

The sight of us in her full-length mirror was enough to make me explode, her red painted nails digging into her tanned flesh, my buttocks moving faster than butterfly wings as I hammered into her.

"Oh, Rafe, I can't—" Heather cried out, as she began to lose her balance.

I knew she would, but I had leverage that stopped her from falling. I still can't get enough of this fucking woman, and she knew how to make it happen for me.

"Do you remember how much you wanted to fuck me when you first saw me?"

Her words drove me insane, and I grunted out a response.

"Shut up, you fucking gorgeous bitch."

"I wanted you too," she gasped, and I felt myself begin to fill up.

Any minute now.

"Yeah, so you kissed my cousin," I growled, slapping her ass as she yelped.

The red mark I left behind only excited me more, and she laughed.

"I wanted both. I'm a bad girl."

I shot my load into her then, and I swear I couldn't fucking see. When I'd emptied myself into her, she turned around and took me in her mouth, cleaning me off our juices.

"You've just got me, babe, sorry. I don't share."

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