Page 101 of In Death, Love Survives
I laugh and shake my head right as she tosses the tank top on top of my bike. Seeing her like this, I suck in a deep breath of air at her in this dainty bra, wanting and needy.
“I wanted to fuck you in a bed, finally,” I say.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“We’ve got time.”
“Exactly.”
“What do you mean?”
“We have time. We have the freedom to do what we want without being in my office. I’m taking what I want.”
“For me to fuck you on my bike?”
“Yeah, hunny.”
Nova stalks forward and runs a hand down my shirt. Her fingers tease the hem as she grins knowingly.
“What do you say? Me bending over this bike sounds like a pretty good time.”
“We don’t need to just have sex.”
“Oh… you don’t want to?” she asks as she trails her nails against the skin near my waistband.
“Believe me, I want to.”
I’ll have to unravel everything that Nova means, but I do want to fuck her bent over my bike.
Fuck. I want to fuck her every which way forever. What I don’t want is for her to think that’s all this is. But if this is what she wants, then who am I to deny her?
The twinkle in Nova’s eye has returned as she starts to pull off her cowboy boots. With them tossed to the side, she wiggles her ass to pull off her jeans until they’re on the ground, leaving my girl in just her underwear.
I kick off my boots and quickly discard my cut, shirt, and jeans.
“Come here, baby.”
She steps forward, and I wrap one hand around her, jerking her into me.
“You’re talking a big game about getting bent over my bike,” I start.
I grip her neck with the other hand and see the same excitedness from earlier reappear. My girl likes to be played with a bit.
She moans under my hold.
“Tell me, baby,” I say, leaning forward and inhaling her scent.
She writhes, wanting more contact.
“Tell me you’re my plaything. That you want me to fuck you whenever I want. However I want. That your pussy is weeping right now at the very thought that in just a few seconds, my cock will be inside of this cunt.”
“I’m yours, Wolfe. To do with as you please.”
I would never do anything to Nova without her consent, but I love that she likes this.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Doing as you’re told.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
