Page 161 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Copper

Stormy’s phone buzzes from the nightstand. It’s probably one of two people since so few have her new number. Hadley or her sister Calla. Since Thanksgiving a few days ago, Hadley blows up Stormy’s phone to the point it’s fucking annoying. But seeing how Stormy grins every time, I let it slide.

She’s not a prisoner anymore.

She may be mine, but she’s free to have friends and speak to people.

“Don’t you ever get tired of baby pictures?” I tease, brushing her hair from her face. “I swear that girl sends you a thousand texts a day.”

Stormy’s eyes flutter open and she smiles. “It’syourniece. Don’t act like you aren’t pleased each time you see pictures of that baby girl.”

I smirk at her, knowing she’s right. Caydence is so damn cute. Makes me miss the days when Blake was a baby. If I keep coming inside Stormy, it’ll be us next. The thought isn’t a bad one. I may be old and officially headed toward retirement, but the idea of knocking this hot as hell woman up is an idea I can’t shake off.

Her phone buzzes again.

“You going to answer or would you prefer to ride my dick, little storm?”

She sits up, her blond hair a wild mess, and straddles my waist. “Who says I can’t do both? You can be the first item on my to-do list.”

Fuck, retirement is the best.

I get to have sex all goddamn day with this woman.

She teases me by rubbing her slick pussy along my throbbing dick. I like when she’s on top so I can watch her pretty tits bounce. Gripping her hips in my rough hold, I urge her to sit on my dick and stop playing with me. Her sexy grin undoes me. She licks her lips and then wraps her hand around my cock, lifting it up and aligning it with her body. We both groan when she sinks down over my length.

“Are we a forever thing?” she asks, her blue eyes shiny with emotion.

I roll her onto her back, pausing to brush her hair from her face. “Yeah, baby, we are.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows. The slight quiver of her chin breaks my fucking heart. I don’t know where the sudden insecurity is coming from, but it only makes me want to prove it to her. I kiss her softly as I slowly thrust into her. We fuck wild all the time, but right now, I just want to hear every murmur and moan. To enjoy every second with her. Her fingers scrape along my scalp as she bores her intense stare into me.

Our eyes remain locked, neither of us speaking. All that can be heard is the sound of our panting and the occasional buzz of her phone. I roll my hips in a way that rubs against her clit, loving the way her lashes flutter each time. Her whimpers tell me she likes it and if I keep it up, she’ll be coming all over my dick. I continue my efforts, pleased as fuck when she cries out my name, her cunt clenching around me like a vise.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” I rumble, crushing my lips to hers.

We kiss in a hungry, frantic way as my hips move faster. One of my arms slides beneath her, the urge to pull her to me strong and consuming. I kiss her deeply, loving the feel of her gorgeous tits smashed against me.

“Fuck,” I choke out, my nuts tightening.

I’m fully aware I should pull out, but she’s not bitching at me to do it. So, I enjoy the moment and thrust into her as my cum jets out thick and hot. I love the squelching sound it makes. Once my dick stops throbbing, I don’t pull out. Instead, I bury my nose against her neck, inhaling her.

“Can we stay like this all day?” I murmur.

“If you want to get me pregnant,” she sasses back.

I pretend to snore, which makes her laugh.

“You really are a caveman,” she says, smacking my ass. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Gently, I pull out of her body, marveling over the way cum runs out of her onto the bed. “Nah, I’m just winging it.” I climb off the bed and grab her phone for her. “Oh shit. Not Hadley. Calla is blowing up your phone.” I toss it beside her before grabbing us a towel to clean up with. “What did she say?”

“Oh my God,” she screeches. “She’s here.”

“As in at my house?” I ask, running the towel between her thighs.

“I gave her your address in case she ever wanted to come visit. I just didn’t expect her to come now.”

“I don’t hear Hansel and Gretel,” I say as I start throwing clothes on. “Are you sure she’s at the right house?” I’d let them out earlier before I woke Stormy up and haven’t heard from them since.

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