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Chapter 23—Gator

Idon’t think I’ll ever tire of making Bailey come. It might be my new favorite thing. The way she tastes, shivers into me, and the noises she makes almost has me making a fool of myself in my pants.

I give her one last peck on her lips before I lean back on my heels, softly running my fingers over her, enjoying the dips and dives of her body. My other hand’s still pumping inside her slowly. I don’t want to leave the warmth, and I know my dick is going to be begging for me to stay in her for as long as she lets us once I get my ass in gear and take us to that next step.

I lean down and kiss her pretty mound. Her trimmed hair is so fine, it’s practically translucent. I pull my fingers out, earning a whimper from my girl’s lips and then a moan as I put my fingers in my mouth to savor every drop of her. Never liked licking pussy before, but there’s something about my Troublemaker that’s downright addicting. She’s sweet with a small amount of salty, just like her soul. Both of which I crave to hold for as long as she lets me.

I didn’t know I had a dependency issue till now. Never wanted to make sure someone liked me enough to stick around. Then again, I’ve neverwantedto stick around someone before. I liked others, but nothing like I feel for Bailey. She’s my girl, my old lady. She doesn’t know it, but she will soon, ’cause I ain’t letting her walk away. I figured out the key to success when it comes to my girl—just take what I damn well like, and as long as she wants it, too, but is denying herself, then I’m in the clear. Just got to keep making sure I’m what she wants.

Stepping off the bed, I pull my shirt over my head with one hand. I ain’t an idiot. I know girls get off on that shit. And I’ve got no problem pulling out all the stops for my leading lady. Kicking off my boots is a bit of work, as I usually lace them up, but I manage somehow, then toe off my socks. I unsnap the button on my jeans but stop.

Her eyes have been traveling all over me, watching my every move. Her breath has picked up with each part I reveal. I relish this feeling of having her finally within reach. Of having Bailey’s eyes on me, and only me.

“You going to be my good girl?”

Her eyes snap to mine from my jean-clad dick, and she nods.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good. I’ll be anything you want. Just hurry.”

I smirk. I ain’t hurrying shit.

I grab her ankle and pull, smiling wide at the surprise in her eyes and the squeak from her lips. Every noise out of her is like a straight shot to my dick. A siren’s call to my ears.

Her feet dangle off her bed, and I step between them before I lean down on my knuckles on either side of her head. “Good girls don’t tell their man what to do.”

I watch her gulp for breath as her eyes get impossibly wide. Not sure if it’s my words or the grin I’m sporting that gets the reaction I want. I’ve got a feeling it’s both. It’s a smile I only use on my victims. Those I hunt down with the Hounds at my back and deliver our own type of justice to.

She licks her lips, and I see the fire stirring behind her eyes. The fire that drew me in that first day on Kitten’s porch. A fire I yearn to be burned by, ’cause it means I get to touch and hold my girl for as long as I like.

“But….” She searches my eyes and bites her bottom lip till it’s dragged back into place. “I’m not always a good girl. I’m a troublemaker.”

I didn’t think I could get harder. But her using my nickname for her is the best kind of torture I can be in as my dick throbs painfully behind my jeans.

“Damn right you are. And you’re mine. All mine.”

I crash my lips to hers as my left hand goes to my jeans and unzips them. My dick is in my hand a second later, and I’m squeezing it tight, hoping it’ll give me a little time to wave off the explosion I’m sure is about to happen. But her mouth is too good, and I can’t help but pump my fist a few times as I moan into her.

Her soft hands find mine and easily push them away to take over. I almost fall on her with the way it feels. Both her hands fight for dominance as they stroke my cock, going up and down in a pattern that has one twisting and the other pulling me closer. Her body moves under me, squirming to get her pussy close enough to guide me in.

I manage to use the last two brain cells left in my head to break the kiss and speak the one word that keeps her from whimpering in protest. “Condom.”

I rise to my full length, my jeans still on, clinging to my thighs. I pull out a condom from my back pocket before I let them drop and kick out of them. When I’m at my full height again, Bailey sits up and reaches for the condom in my hand.

She keeps eyes with me as she uses her teeth to rip open the package, but instead of pulling it out, her lips take on a smirk a second before her head dips and her mouth covers the head of my dick.

The groan she pulls out of me is unlike any other noise I’ve ever made, and I grab her head out of instinct to hold on so I don’t fall down. It feels good—almost too good. I can’t take much more. I step back, but her hand shoots out and grabs my thigh to pull me in place again.

“Troublemaker,” I growl as I grab a bit of her hair and tug.

She doesn’t let up, only moaning as she takes more of me into her mouth with each pull I give on her hair. Her tongue swirls as she sucks me down with each bob of her head.

“Thought you wanted to be my good girl?”

My words have her popping my dick out of her mouth, and I curse myself. So stupid to have her stop, even if I wanted her to, so I can get my dick inside the other place of her that’s just as warm, if not warmer.

“I’m both,” she says with a small smile as she finally puts the condom on.

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