Page 7 of DOG Part 2
“Do you think he’s all right?”
“He’s fine. When I saw him he was sitting up and talking, having a drink. One bullet isn’t going to keep a man like him down.”
She smirked. “True. Also, being here, without knowing what’s going on in Tucson, feels crazy.”
I nodded, accepting her feelings but not really knowing what else to say. She turned her face so that her lips brushed across the top of my hand, and the simple touch lit a fire in my center. She seemed to feel it, too, because when she looked up at me again her eyes held a completely different look than they had a minute before.
I wrapped my hand around her neck and shuffled closer, keeping my eyes locked on hers as my palm slid up her leg and over her thigh. It slipped beneath her shirt and under her bra, finding the hard tip of her breast. I squeezed and rolled her nipple between my fingers, gazing into her eyes as I did so. Her mouth opened and a little moan escaped.
The sound of her pleasure was enough to make me ready to tear her clothes off and fuck her silly right then and there, but I took my time, enjoying the building tension. I pulled her shirt off, and she complied, waiting for my next move. The straps of her bra were sliding down her shoulders and when I pushed them down further her breasts peeked over the top of the cups, eager and begging to be played with.
I sucked and pulled on them, alternating the pressure, making Kim moan louder and louder.
“Let me suck you off,” she gasped.
“Who’s in charge here?” I quipped, lifting my head to look her in the eye.
“Me,” she answered tartly.
I laughed. “Hardly. Turn over.”
“Excuse me?”
“Turn over.”
She did as ordered, although she made a show out of pretending. Lying down on her stomach was burdensome. Pulling her pants down, I sucked in a deep breath as her bare round ass appeared. Fingers aching, I gripped a cheek in each hand and massaged, rolling them harshly beneath my hands. Sparing one hand, I worked my belt loose, releasing my throbbing dick.
She gasped in surprise as I drove into her, but a second later and the gasp was replaced by a moan of pleasure. Intertwining our fingers together on the blanket, I heaved into her, the groans rolling out of me as I pushed deeper and deeper.
“Kane,” she gasped, the pleasure in her voice resounding in the sweetest way.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back as my lips grazed her ear. I bit her earlobe gently, and she cried out again, her moan joining with my own.
She shook as she came, and once I was assured she had had enough, I pulled out, bursting with my release.
Kim was drenched in sweat, but it was impossible to tell whose it was. She turned over and leaned back on her arms, panting as she gazed at me.
“I think I could do that ten times a day,” she gasped.
“Mmmm. Be careful what you wish for.”
She blinked up at me, filling me with the urge to take her all over again. I leaned towards her, stopping as something over her shoulder caught my eye.
“Well look at that.”
“What?”
She turned to look at her duffle bag, the zipper open and the ‘Property of No One’ Shirt half hanging out.
“How long are you going to hold on to that for?”
“For as long as I want. What’s it to you?”
“You sure are sassy. How about you lay down and let me see if I can take care of that?”
She pursed her lips, trying to act like she wasn’t amused, but being given away by the dilating of her eyes and the quickening of her breath.
“All right. I won’t fuck you again. But how about I take that shirt off your hands?”
