Page 26 of Hauling Her In


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“You got enough? I don’t want to put you out.”

“No worries, I have plenty. Remember how to get there? Or do you want to take one vehicle?” Something glints in her eyes as she bounces on her heels.

“Best we drive separately.”

Her bouncing stops and her smile falls a little. “Oh, yeah, sure, that makes sense.”

I muddle over her strange reaction to taking two vehicles as I follow her back to her place.

The princess has a lead foot and I wonder if she just pays off the cops to look the other way because once we hit the freeway, she leaves me in the dust. I stick to a modest four over the speed limit. Since getting out of prison, I do everything I can to stay on the right side of the law.

When I finally catch up, I find her idling at the gate to her house. She still hasn’t told me what the deal is living above the garage. For a wild moment last night when I was following her up the steps, I wondered if I had her pegged all wrong and that she wasn’t the rich girl I assumed. Even with the new beamer and the clothes. Then I got a look at her apartment and yeah, she has money.

We follow the same routine as last night, with her smoothly pulling into the garage and me parking in front of the bay door. The only difference is this time there’s a dark green Range Rover in the garage too.

Savannah doesn’t mention it, so I don’t ask any questions.

Upstairs, she wastes no time kicking off her heels and walking over to the fur rug in the living room. Since we spent most of our time in the bedroom, I hadn’t noticed that before. Grinning over her shoulder at me, she calls out, “Take off your shoes and come over. This is like therapy for your feet.”

I feel a little silly taking off my boots and socks, but I can’t resist her smile. Padding over barefoot, the minute my toes sink into the fur, I’m grinning too. She’s right, it does feel amazing.

Moving behind her, I reach around and cup her breasts. She stiffens in my arms for a moment before letting out a tiny giggle. Her nipples go taut, jutting out against my palms. I didn’t play with them nearly enough before.

No time like the present to fix that.

I pinch and tug at them gently, running my nose along her long neck. Her sweet perfume hits me, the scent going straight to my balls while my cock bucks eagerly in my pants.

“Have you ever fucked on this rug before?” I ask, nipping at her jaw before moving to her ear and lightly moving my tongue along it.

“N-no,” she gasps, squirming slightly.

“Well, we need to remedy that now, don’t we?”

“Dinner?”

“It can wait.” I suck her soft earlobe between my lips and flick my tongue over it.

Giving her breasts another squeeze, I release them and step back.

Savannah slowly turns. Her blue eyes are like a blue flame, filled with heat and want. If I’m not careful, I’m gonna get burnt, but at this point I’m too far gone to care.

Loving her is worth whatever price I gotta pay later.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JAKE

“Take your clothes off, princess.”

She doesn’t pout or tell me to go to hell. Instead, my sweet little rich girl slowly peels that blue dress off. She stands there for a moment in nothing but her matching bra and panties that are almost the same shade of blue.

Swallowing hard, I grip my cock through my pants. “All of your clothes.”

A flush of pink covers her face and travels down to the creamy tops of her breasts. Her blush is only slightly darker than the light pink of her tightly budded nipples. Her full breasts bounce as she shimmies out of her panties, revealing her bare pussy to my greedy gaze. Not a bit of hair covers her mound, and her inner lips peek out at me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I gasp, falling to my knees in front of her. Burying my face in her soft stomach, I breathe deeply, the tangy scent of her wet pussy making my mouth water.

Lowering my head, I nudge my nose in between her fleshy outer lips and dip my tongue into her slit to taste her. Savannah’s fingers drop to my shoulders as she sways on her feet.

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