Page 21 of His Loyal Rebel

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he gazed down at the sight of her holding her breasts for him. Her gaze followed his cock, and that was the hottest damn thing he'd seen in his life.

He hadn't planned on staying, and if he'd left, he sure wouldn't have put the moves on her. But, nobody was allowed to grab him when he slept.

Coming away with a dainty wrist and soft skin, he'd realized his mistake. By then, she was underneath him, her body molding to his and kissing him back.

He took his cock out between the cushion of her breasts and rubbed the head over her nipple. The nub tightened even more, and he shoved his dick back in the channel she provided, and titty fucked her.

His balls ached. He removed his hand from himself and palmed both of her breasts, finding her nipples, rubbing his thumbs in circles.

Twyla's head fell back, elongating her neck. Such a pretty sight, he pumped faster.

She righted her head, opening her mouth, and dipped her chin. Her tongue came out and licked the drop of come from the end of his dick. He dug his toes in and aimed for her mouth. The pressure along the length of his cock grew tighter as all the blood pulsated.

"That's it. Let me see that tongue." He aimed for her mouth.

Her lips closed, teasing the head of his dick. Sucking when she caught him and losing him on a pop.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Her bottom lip glistened. He thrust, letting her take him. Hugged between her breast, he grunted. Her mouth greedily sucking on his head. Rolling tension swept through him as his climax exploded, leaving him depleted.

The stroke of her tongue as she drew harder on him made his legs tremble. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes as she took every drop from him.

He lazily rubbed her nipples until his cock fell out of her mouth. Stepping back, he caught his balance and tucked himself into his jeans, and latched his belt.

Twyla stood, dressed quickly, and walked into the kitchen. He reached under the cushion and grabbed his pistol, putting it back in his jeans.

Cupboards banged in the other room like gunfire. He watched her, searching in each cabinet. They were all bare from Angie moving her possessions over to Ringtails.

Twyla stopped, gripped the sink, and hung her head in front of her. He walked into the kitchen but stayed back from touching her.

She was right there with him moments ago, riding free, enjoying herself.

"You okay?" He grabbed a pack of smokes out of his vest pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it.

"No." She inhaled deeply and turned to face him. "I need coffee. I need some right now. This minute."

"Okay."

"I can't think." She put her two fingers to her forehead. "I need caffeine...to think."

He picked up the phone. "I'll get you a coffee."

"Coffee doesn't come from a telephone." She scoffed. "I need to go to the store."

"Just hold on a minute." He dialed the clubhouse.

"Yeah?" said Banks.

"It's Whip." He kept his eye on Twyla, ready to stop her if she tried to leave the house.

"You missed calling in. Priest has a crew out distracting the cops in the area. Rick was going to split apart from them and make contact with you. Has he showed up?"