Page 22 of His Pretty Little Thief

“I love you, little thief.”

She yanks me into her, searing her lips to mine.

“I love you too,” she whispers. “But I’m not sure I’m the thief here.”

I grin. “No?”

“Uh-uh,” she purrs, her legs wrapping around me as her robe falls open.

“I’m pretty sure it’s you who just stole me.”

The smile creeps over my lips as I press them to hers, our clothes falling away I find her eager pussy with my thick, rock-hard cock and sink into her.

Damn right I did.