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Walker

Ithink I’ve made a deal I might not be able to follow through on.

The first part of it’s fine. I can definitely handle fast and hard. But I might have to fit another round of that in before I can manage to get myself in line enough to last more than a minute and a half. Even then, five minutes is going to be pushing it.

Sybil’s eyes lock onto my dick as I kick my pants away, the hard length of it throbbing in anticipation. “Have I told you how hot I think you are?”

“No, but the wallpaper on your computer gave me a pretty good idea.”

I let my eyes roam over her, drinking in the sight of her. The way she looks across my bed. How perfectly she fits into my life.

I reach her pretty, hot pink toes and can’t resist tracing one glossy nail. Gently gripping her ankle, I lift her foot off the mattress, settling it onto my shoulder. “Is that the only reason you have a folder of me on your computer? Because you thought I was hot?”

“Fucking Heidi.” Sybil scowls. “I can’t believe she told you.”

I chuckle. “It’s right there on your home screen, Snoopy. It didn’t take a hacker to find it. If you didn’t want me to see it, you should have at least named it something besides Walker’s thirst traps.”

“Listen…” She tries to pull her leg out of my hold. “If you’re going to be all judgy about my hobbies, then maybe I should sleep on the couch.”

I chuckle, refusing to let go. “I don’t think so.” I lean forward, sliding her leg from my shoulder to my hip, gripping her thigh as I align my eyes with hers. “You aren’t leaving this bed until I’m done with you.”

Sybil makes a soft noise that’s somewhere between a squeak and a whimper. It’s the same sound I heard the first night she came home with me. When I thought I was scaring her.

If only I’d known then what I know now.

“Well since you turn into the most talkative person I know when your dick’s out, that could be a while.” Sybil locks the leg at my hip, using it to pull me closer. “Unless you can talk and fuck at the same time.”

“So mouthy.” I slide my lips along the side of her neck. “Are you trying to goad me into fucking you?”

“Yes.” She sucks in a sharp breath as I nibble at the lobe of her ear. “Is it working?”

“No.” I’ll give her what she wants, but not yet. Don’t want to reward bad behavior.

Sybil lets out an affronted sounding scoff that cuts into a gasp as my lips close around the hard bead of one nipple, pulling it deep into my mouth.

I love how reactive she is. The way she wiggles around, trying to get more from me. The sounds she makes, leaving no room for confusion about what she likes. The desperate way her nails rake against my skin, trying to pull me back up as I move lower on her body.

“Walker.” Her voice is a whine. “This isn’t what you promised me.”

“You don’t know that.” I grip the backs of her thighs, pushing them up and out. “You could be getting exactly what I promised. You just have to be patient.”

“No, thank you.” She pushes up onto her elbows, trying to untangle her legs from my grip. “I’ll take what I ordered, please.”

I don’t remember sex being this fun. Enjoyable, yes. But this is different. I’m not worried about doing everything right or wondering if we’re both going to have an equally good time. It’s fucking freeing as hell, and without the pressure of offering a perfect performance, I’m able to relax. Be a little less rigid. Tease the woman changing so much of me without even meaning to.

“Suit yourself.” I release the hold I have on her, stretching out on my back beside where Sybil is now staring at me in confusion. “You want to fuck without foreplay, you can do it yourself.”

I expect her to give in. Admit she would in fact not simply like my dick shoved straight in her with no warm-up or preparation.

I should have fucking known better.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Sybil turns into a fucking gymnast, catapulting herself up off the mattress and twisting midair to land straddling my hips, the wet line of her pussy pressing right against my cock. She grins down at me, waggling her brows. “Yeehaw.”

I’m fucking laughing again. After successfully avoiding the act for decades, I’m now doing it just whenever I guess. “I don’t know what in the hell I’m gonna do with you, Snoopy.”

She leans forward, resting both hands on the center of my chest as she rolls her hips, dragging the heat of her slit along the underside of my throbbing dick. “I’m happy to give you a list of ideas if you want.”