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The Skull Ruler (Skull 3) Penelope Sky 2022/8/5 16:54:45

“No.” I turned to him. “I do things when they feel right. Rushing into something usually gets you killed. Taking too long usually gets you killed. So, finding the right time is crucial. That moment is difficult to describe. But when it has arrived, I know it.” I raised my hand to shake his. “Thank you for dinner—and the scotch.”

He eyed my hand for an instant like he might not take it. But then he placed his palm in mine. “Thank you for freeing my sister.”

I nodded then stepped over the threshold.

Cassini hugged her brother for a long time on the doorstep. “Thanks for dinner. Balto only has garbage at his place, so this was a nice change.”

“Garbage?” he asked in surprise.

I rolled my eyes. “I have a strict diet, and she doesn’t like it.”

“Oh, gotcha.” Case pulled away. “Well, pretty soon you’ll be able to cook whatever you want, when you want.”

“Yeah…” She smiled at him then kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

She stepped through the doorway and came to my side, the cold air immediately piercing through her jacket.

I walked her to the car and got the passenger door open for her.

“I didn’t know you were capable of being a gentleman.” She got into the seat.

I stared at her with my hand resting on the open door. “You’ll forget that I was ever a gentleman in five minutes.” I shut the door then got into the truck. I turned on the engine and cranked the heat because she was cold. Then I drove onto the road and headed in the opposite direction of the city.

“It’s so cold. Can we just go home?”

I drove a short distance down the road and pulled over into the grass.

She looked over her shoulder out the back window. “My brother’s house is right there.”

“So?” I killed the engine, and we were left with silence. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down so my cock could come free. “We had a deal. So, get over here.”

“I’ll warm you up. Take off your clothes.”

She kept looking at me like I was crazy.

“I’m a man of my word. Are you not a woman of yours?”

She kept her jacket on because she was still cold, but once I made my point, she finally stripped it off. She pulled off her top and bra, bumps visible up and down her arms. Every piece came loose until she was naked in the seat beside me. “What if a cop comes by?”

“Trust me, he’ll keep driving.”

She moved to my seat and straddled my hips, her body cold to the touch. She grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head so she could press her naked body against mine and she could suck all the warmth out of me.

My arms circled her waist, and I held her tight against me, my lips close to hers. Her green eyes were beautiful, even in the dark. Her full lips were kissable, and her hard nipples dragged against my skin every time she moved. My hand glided up her back between her shoulder blades and to the back of her hair, where I fisted it. “Fuck me, baby.”

She had to rise high on her knees so she could point my length at her entrance. Then she slowly slid down, taking in inch by inch until she sat right on my balls. Once she felt me inside her, she didn’t seem to care about the cold. The windows were already fogging from the heat of our increased breaths.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, and she leaned in to kiss me.

I kept my lips away. “No kissing. Just fucking.” My arms hooked under her thighs, and I lifted her up and down, telling her exactly how I wanted it. This was just sex, just a quick screw in the truck like she meant nothing. In bed, I was usually on top with my tongue in her mouth, but now I wanted her like I’d paid for her.

Her nails clawed into my shoulders, and she bounced on my dick hard, fulfilling her end of the bargain. With a wet pussy that was perfectly tight around my dick, she delivered exactly what I wanted.

I relaxed against the seat and watched, my muscular arms helping her rise and fall when she became too tired. Maybe this woman wouldn’t be mine forever, but she would be mine for now. “Like that, baby.” She was the only woman I’d been with without a condom, and going back to that lifestyle would be hard at first. I was used to wet pussy directly against my dick. Now I’d have to get used to the latex that separated me from the thing that made sex so good.

Instead of thinking about the disappointing future, I focused on the woman right in front of me, the one with vibrant green eyes and parted lips. She breathed hard in my face from the exertion, an occasional moan escaping from her lips when she wasn’t panting.