Page 64 of Alonzo

“Yes,” she moans, breaking the spell and pulling me back into the moment.

Her hips begin to move faster. Her face right above mine. Her hair dragging along my chest with the rocking motion of her body.

And that’s it.

I don’t want to come. I want to stay inside her forever. I want to fuck her into eternity.

But she comes first and takes away all my options.

She throws her head back, arching her back. And her pussy clamps down on my cock as she lets out a long, passionate moan.

I’m done. There’s no way to resist this siren girl. I flip us over again, pull out, pump my cock a few times as I watch her body contract with the orgasm, and then I come all over her tits.

Tara reaches up, her hands covering her breasts. Cupping them and squishing them together.

I sit back, then lean all the way back until I’m resting against the side of the couch.

And I just stare at her.

Every filthy bit of her.

This is the girl of my dreams. The girl on the other end of the phone. The girl who sends those dirty texts, and plays those dirty games with me. She is real, she is here, she is beautiful.

I get to my feet, the muscles of my legs still a little weak from the climax, and stand over her. She grins lazily up at me, one eye open.

I reach out to her with one hand. “Come with me, Tara.”

She opens both eyes. Looks at my hand for a moment. Then takes it.

I pull her easily up to a standing position, then turn and lead her towards my bedroom.

“More?” She giggles. I lead her past the bed and into the master bathroom. “Oh. This is perfect. You have no idea how dirty I feel right now. Three days on the road, two shitty hotel rooms, Vann’s clothes.” She makes a face. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

I have a lot of questions about those three sentences. Some of them are about this Vann dude and the sleeping arrangements for the past three days. But mostly I want to know how one gets themselves mixed up in a two-thousand-five-hundred-mile road trip with no clothes.

I hold up a finger, slip my phone out of my pocket, and press Jesse Boston’s contact.

Jesse picks up on the first ring. “Lonz! My bro. What’s up? Did you boss her? Everything good? Need any more pointers?”

“Jesse?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and listen to me. Go into Mom and Dad’s house, up on the second floor, third bedroom on the left. Emma’s room. Grab me something cute for my girl Tara here. She doesn’t have any clothes. You got me?”

“I got you.”

“And leave it on my porch. Do not knock, or bother me, or call me, or—”

“I got it. Leave it on the porch. You’re welcome.”

I end the call and swing my gaze over at Tara. She’s staring at me, almost naked. Her bra is still on. Sorta. And her t-shirt is ripped down the front. But it’s technically still on too. “That was the new brother-in-law?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s bringing me your sister’s clothes.”

“Yeah. She’s not here. She’s in Europe on business. Jesse Boston is a billionaire loser with no actual job, so…” I throw up my hands. “Hey, if he wants to spend his time helping me out, who am I to turn him down?”