Page 27 of Naughty Desires
I pull out and drive in again, showing her with my body what I had forgotten over the last year.Lily is mine. Mine to protect, to hold, and to love.
She writhes on the table and I pound into her. She is so hot and wet I don’t even try to last. I push harder, slide one hand over her hip to stroke her clit. The little bundle of nerves tightens beneath my fingers and I pinch hard.
Her body tightens, and she screams, her pussy pulsing around me. Too much. One more thrust, and my balls contract. I bury myself deep and pleasure shoots through my cock in wave after exquisite heated wave.
I collapse on top of her, press a soft kiss to her nape as I fumble in my pocket for the key to the handcuffs. “I didn’t hear that confession.”
She sighs softly and I pull out and undo the cuffs, rubbing her wrists when she turns to face me.
“Okay,” she says, looking up at me. “I confess. I took your wallet. That first evening we were together was so amazing and so intense I couldn’t believe it was true. When you fucked me against the wall behind the bar, I reached into your pocket and took your wallet so I could check you out. I thought there had to be something wrong with you. Maybe you were married or you had a girlfriend or maybe you were a psycho. No one had every pursued me like that. No one ever wanted me.”
It takes my lust-soaked brain a moment to realize this confession isn’t part of our game. It’s for real.
“I just meant to take a peek in the restroom when we went back into the bar and slip it back in your pocket, but then we were interrupted and we had to run and I couldn’t think of a way to tell you I had it. After you dropped me at home, I went to the police station and handed it in. I’ve always felt so guilty about that.”
“You’re the good Samaritan?” I am as much delighted by her confession as I am surprised. It always bothered me to think a stranger had been through my wallet. But it was my Lily, who couldn’t believe she was wanted. She will never feel that way again.
“Yes, and also the thief.” She looks up at me, vulnerable and open in a way she has never been before. We’ve both changed, I realize. And it will make us stronger. “I’m so sorry.”
“How sorry?” I scowl, but the effect is no doubt lessened by the quiver of my lips. “You’ve just confessed to a serious crime. It’s going to take a considerable amount of time to convince me not to lock you up.”
Lily gives me a mischievous smile. “How long?”
“The same length of time it will take for me to make up for the last year.”
“Forever?“
“Yes.” I gather her in my arms. “Forever.”
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