Page 28 of Property of Bull
And now, he’s paid the price for my crime.
Bull
Rolling over, I reach out for Margo only to find the bed is empty.
“Damn girl is going to make me chase her to hell and back,” I grumble, reaching out for the hoodie on my dresser as I trudge out to the front room.
The glow of her cell phone illuminates her face as I stand watching her, wondering if I’ll ever understand what makes this woman tick.
In all fairness, she was stoic as a child, when overhearing a murder, then seeing a dead body, there wasn’t shock or tears that I remember. Even tonight, when faced with a head that’ll be hidden under a closed casket, she froze rather than breaking down.
Although every fiber of my being is screaming for answers, I smile when her foot peeks out from under the blanket and she flexes it, reaching down to massage her calf.
A battering ram won’t work with Margo. So, maybe I can sneak in through an open window.
Stepping forward puts me in her line of sight, a faint exhale is the sign of her surprise as she locks her screen and puts her phone aside.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she starts, pulling her foot back under the blanket.
Kneeling in front of her, I push the blanket aside and tear at the strings holding the sides of her panties together before spreading her thighs apart.
“What?”
I raise an eyebrow at her question and lift one of her legs over my shoulder before lowering my mouth to her pussy.
“Stryker, what?”
“I’d think that’d be fairly obvious by now,” I snort, and notice how she arches her back when my breath hits her clit. “I like the way you say Stryker. Call me that from now on.”
After that demand, I start licking her slowly at first, using my thumbs to spread her lips open before I push my tongue inside of her; twisting and swirling it as deep as I can before swiping up her clit again.
“Bull,” she moans out my road name and I reach up, squeezing her breasts over the shirt she borrowed from me earlier.
“Stryker.”
“Stryker,” she repeats, and I nod.
“Take the shirt off and let me see you play with your nipples,” I tell her, lightly blowing on her clit until she complies. A light blush covers her skin, almost glowing in the moonlight and I resume licking, almost lazily as I watch her shy, inexperienced movements.
Dipping my tongue back inside of her, possessiveness floods me, knowing that she’s only had my cock. I want to rise up and thrust inside of her, fucking her until I come, but Margo’s one to be savored, not used up and discarded.
I patiently use my tongue to stroke her clit and lap at her pussy, before sliding first one, then two fingers inside of her, pumping them faster and harder until I feel her body tense up and a final nibble at her clit sends her over the edge.
Removing my fingers from her pussy, I lick up her juices before sliding a digit past her lips. A soft mewing sound escapes her before she starts sucking on it. Standing up, I have every intention of carting her back to my bed, instead, she leans forward, lowering my boxers and sealing her lips around the head of my cock.
Her small hand quickly slides up and down my shaft, wetting me with her spit as I wind my fingers through her hair. “That’s my good girl. Can you take some more?” I whisper, catching her eyes and seeing a flash of determination in there.
Trying my damnedest to hold still, I grin as she switches to stroking my cock with her mouth instead of her hand. It’s when she cups my balls with her other hand that I start coming, filling her mouth faster than she can swallow it.
“Come on back to bed with me,” I say, soothing her hair down and shaking my head when she reaches for my T-shirt. “Nah, I prefer you like this.”
Leaning down, I grab her ass and pull her up, content when she wraps her legs around my hips and whispers my name again.
Hours later, when I wake up again, my leg’s thrown over her hip and she’s rubbing her finger along the stubble on my chin. I grind my cock against her, needing her again.
“I’m kinda sore right now,” she shyly says, keeping her eyes focused on my lips.
I start to tell her that I’ve never popped anyone’s cherry before, but I stop, not sure she’ll take that like I mean it. Instead, I opt for a heavier subject.
