Page 262 of Property of Whiskey

I keep the rhythm with my hand while I fuck her from behind.

She starts getting tighter around me.

Fuck.

I know that feeling now.

“Come on.”

“Don’t order me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

My fingers move faster.

“Come because you wanna prove you can beat me again.”

She laughs breathlessly.

“That’s manipulation.”

“Working?”

“Fuck you.”

“Currently.”

She comes apart around me.

Hard.

Her body clamps down on my cock while her fingers claw into the mats and my name breaks out of her.

I keep moving through it.

Can’t fucking stop.

Her pussy keeps pulsing around me, dragging me closer every time I thrust.

“Twila.”

She reaches back and catches my hip.

“Come on, biker.”

Fuck.

I follow her.

My hips drive deep and stay there while I come, forehead dropping between her shoulder blades as every muscle in my body goes rigid.

For a few seconds the only sound in the room is both of us trying to breathe.

Then Twila says, “Still jealous?”

I laugh against her back.

“Violently.”