Page 90 of Prey

“You’re right,” I said, pressing my lips against her again. She wasn’t the one fighting or pulling away.

I was, only because I didn’t know how to stay loyal to the club without hurting her.

But that was my fucking problem to deal with, and I would just have to figure out a way to do this where I remained loyal to the club without hurting her in the process.

I closed my eyes and molded my lips around hers.

She moaned against me.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck. You taste so good. I fucking missed this.”

I really did. I didn’t know how badly until I had her in my arms again.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, grinding her pussy down against my dick.

Fuck.

“Baby, sit up a bit.”

She pulled back, and I could sense her confusion, but she did as I asked.

I reached down the side of the truck until I found the small blade hidden there, and I pulled on the fabric of her leggings, on the crotch area, running the blade through.

The sound of the fabric ripping filled the car, and she gasped.

“Hey, why did you do that?”

“No time,” I mumbled against her neck. “Need you right fucking now.”

My fingers found her panties, and I pulled them to the side, exposing her hot, wet pussy.

My fingers pressed in against her, groaning a little when I found her slick with want.

Her head fell against my shoulder, and she made those little noises from her lips that almost had me coming undone.

“Take my cock out of my jeans,” I said, teasing her pussy lips with my fingers.

She arched into my touch, her hand fumbling with the button on my jeans before pulling the zipper down.

She tugged on my boxer briefs and pulled out my throbbing cock, her thumb moving over the tip and taking in some of the precum.

I gritted my teeth to keep from coming too soon.

Her touch always made me feel like a fucking teenager, touching pussy for the first time.

She gently stroked her hand up and down my length as if afraid of hurting me. The innocent move shouldn’t have affected me the way it did, but it did.

She wasn’t a fucking virgin when I met her, but she wasn’t experienced either.

She was actually quite shy, and I had yet to see her fully own her sexuality.

As much as I loved her shyness—and I fucking loved her shyness—I wanted to be the one to bring out her confidence.

“Harder, baby,” I said. “Go a little harder.”

She whimpered, stroking me harder, and I closed my eyes, seeing fucking stars.

It felt so good.

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