Page 98 of Savage Outlaw

“I’m a modern woman, Thaddeus,” she tried to insist, but the whimpering moan when he latched onto a boob and sucked hard kind of undermined her female authority. Especially when she started to rip the hair from his scalp. “Oh, god.”

Instead of more delicious boob kisses, he detached and tipped up her chin.

Oh, he looked like a warrior ready to do some heavy damage and her pussy fluttered.

“Such a modern woman, I’m gonna be fucking running around after you, aren’t I, baby? Gonna have me so pussy whipped as soon as I get you under my roof and in my bed. Whatever you want, you know I’m gonna get.” Well… that didn’t sound too bad, she thought, her grin turning nuclear and she kissed him until her lungs protested. “Who do you belong to, Roux?”

She answered like a dreamy bitch, lack of oxygen, no doubt. “You. You, you, you.”

“Fucking A, baby.”

She’d seen the look of longing on his face so many times, but this was different. Tad looking at her felt different and it filled her with something she didn’t know she’d been looking for.

Happiness.

“Did you say you loved me?” She asked in a low voice, her fingers touching over his face. He kissed those fingers and settled on top of her.

“More than anything, I love you.”

“Okay, good. Now you can fuck me, then we’ll go and get my stuff, yeah?”

He started laughing even as he stripped her naked then sat back on his heels.

He was gorgeous.

His cock was beautiful, and his smile was hers.

She rolled up to her knees and full on flung herself at him and pinned him to the bed and went to town kissing him.

“I’ll fuck you, Roux,” he told her sexy-like as he slid a hand between her legs and dipped into her wetness. His lips molested her neck. “Then we’ll cart all your shit over… but…”

She blinked. But what? “But what?”

His smile was downright wicked and a turn on. “I get to tell your dad.”

Oh, shit.

Roux didn’t worry about that potential conflict for the next few hours.

Not while Tad was banging her brains out and whispering all kinds of hot things in her ear while he glided in and out of her.

Such as how he’d make breakfast every morning.

“I like toasted bagels,” she wheezed between finger fucks.

“I know.”

And how he’d run her baths.

“I like them scalding hot with bubbles.”

“Got it, now shut up, Roux, let me fuck you.”

“Oh, okay.” Her mouth skimmed his smile.

And then he whispered how he’d fuck her night and day whenever she wanted his dick.

Then his invasion was steady, so thick, and perfect.

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