Page 17 of Biker On The Hill
“Stop.”I grip her ass with both hands again to keep myself rooted inside her.“Don’t move.You feel too damn good and I won’t last long if you keep strangling my cock like you want to suck me dry.”
“I can’t help it,” she moans.“You feel too good.Move.I don’t care if it’s quick and fast.We’ll recharge and do it again.Whatever.Just make me come.”
Just make me come?What a damn proposition.Shifting my hand, I slightly part her ass cheeks and let one finger take some slickness from her pussy to tease her little hole.She gasps against my neck and sinks her teeth into my skin to mute her own moan.
Damn.So responsive with her inner walls clenching around me.Quick and fast is fine by me.I start to pound her pussy as if there’s no tomorrow and finger her ass to give tribute to the bliss we’re both creating.
My balls are slapping, skin to skin sounds fill the kitchen, and the woman plastered against me lights up like fireworks.My name falls from her lips in a soft whisper made only for my ears.My cock is treated to waves of pussy-strangulation and spits out cum as a returned favor.
I feel the burn of my muscles and keep her pinned to me so I can turn and place her ass on the kitchen table.There’s a shocking moment where a few things happen at once.First, I notice a peeping Tom.Second, the cat fucking meows, making Ryett squeal.Third, my cock slides from Ryett’s pussy.Fourth, the window shatters and a damn brick lands beside us on the floor.
Spinning around, I have Ryett safely behind the wall and place her on her feet.
Shoving my cock back into my sweatpants, I grunt, “Stay here and don’t go into the kitchen.You’re not wearing shoes and there’s glass everywhere.”
“What the hell happened?”Ryett whispers.
“I’m gonna find out,” I tell her, even if I know exactly what happened.
Ryett curses and is about to step into the kitchen.
I hold her back but she snaps, “Let me go.Mina is in there and there’s glass everywhere.”
“I’ll get her,” I tell her.
Ryett nods and I throw a glance around the corner.Peeping-fucking-Tom is gone and I spot Mina sitting underneath the kitchen table, slowly stalking toward the brick while sniffing the air.
“Come here, Mina,” I muse with my voice soft, so I don’t spook the animal.
We’ve been living together long enough for the cat to trust me, even if we like to scare the crap out of one another.I take Mina in my arms and return to the hallway where I find Ryett talking softly into the phone.
A hint of frustration hits me, knowing she’s on the phone with the sheriff.I wanted to handle this myself.On the other hand, it’s probably better to involve law enforcement.
“Hand me the phone,” I tell her.
We exchange the cat and the phone.
“It was Vance,” I tell the sheriff.“He was peeping through the damn window and when I caught him, he threw the damn brick through the window.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.Stay inside, Abbott, and let me handle this,” the sheriff orders and disconnects the call.
Gritting my teeth, I hand the phone back to Ryett who just locked Mina in the bathroom.
“I don’t trust her to walk around with all the glass,” she says and moves to glance around the corner.
Placing a hand over her shoulder, I keep her in place.“Don’t.The sheriff ordered me not to do shit.”
“He might have ordered you, but I didn’t hear anything.Except for the fact that you mentioned it was Vance.He’s breaking the law.There’s a restraining order against him.So, why the hell shouldn’t I do shit in my own damn house.”There’s utter fury swirling in her stormy gray eyes.
“Next time don’t call the damn sheriff,” I grumble.“Then we can deal with that fucker once and for all.”
“If there is a next time,” she huffs.
The corner of my mouth twitches.Fucked up because there’s not a damn thing funny about this situation.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re angry,” I tell her and gently swipe some of the strands of hair out of her face.
She rolls her eyes.“Don’t distract me.We already had sex with that fucker watching us, no need to give the sheriff a show as well.”
