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kiss that implied they had all the time in the
world, totally at odds with the pulsing, jerking hardness buried in her body.
Weslyn broke the kiss and hid her face against his neck. Then she did as her
pussy demanded and lifted against him, taking him the rest of the way inside
her.
It had been so
long. She’d been so empty, so lonely, and Nolan was there . His cock
filled her, rubbing over the sensitive place that always made everything all
right, his baby was in her womb and she was in his arms. At that moment, Weslyn
couldn’t have asked for more.
But Nolan gave it.
He withdrew and surged back in—gently, but no less intensely. Again and again,
he thrust deep, working her nerves and her emotions until Weslyn was tangled in
pleasure and desperate to get even closer to the hard, male body sheltering her
from the world.
Writhing on his
cock, pressing as close as she could, she gasped against his neck, licked out
and tasted the salt of his sweat and the flavor of Nolan. His arms held her
close and his dick hit just the right spot. Pleasure exploded in a wave of heat
that melted her spine. Weslyn came with a strangled scream and a heavy
convulsion of her inner walls, her cream slicking from her pussy to drip from
his shaft onto her thigh. Nolan sped up, pressed deep and soon followed her
over the edge of orgasm.
Somewhere in the
silence that descended upon them, Nolan released her wrist from the handcuff
and rubbed the raw skin he’d revealed. Then he turned off the light and
gathered her close again.
Weslyn didn’t
remember falling asleep.
10
They stopped for
dinner somewhere in upstate New York. Weslyn knew she probably should have paid
more attention to where they might be, but the scenic drive was boring and
she’d surprised herself by sleeping most of the afternoon away. Nolan came
around to her side of the car and helped her put her seat back in an upright
position.
“Are you going to
run on me, Moon?”
She looked past
him to the greasy spoon decorating the edge of the highway. Besides their
rented sedan, one lone car was parked in front of the door and two tractor
trailers were angled into spots in the poorly-lit parking lot. There was
nowhere to go and no one she’d like to ask for help.
Besides, running
meant away from Nolan.
She shook her
head. “You’re my best chance at getting out of this mess. And after we…after
what we did… No. I won’t run.”
His smile
devastated her. “All right then, Moon. No cuffs for the good girl.”
“Oh, nice. I’ll be
able to feed myself with some grace tonight.”
Nolan laughed and
held her elbow as they walked into the diner. Welsyn wasn’t surprised at what
they found inside, having seen the same thing in a number of old television
show re-runs. Two men sat at the long counter working on heaping plates and
unlimited coffee. They both glanced over their shoulders as Nolan and Weslyn
entered, but neither commented.
Nolan guided Weslyn
to a booth set in front of a large window. The male server reached the table
before they did, and handed them plastic menus as they slid across the cracked
and tacky vinyl seats. Weslyn looked at the kid’s face and the burn marks on
his wrist, and knew he was the sole employee working that shift.
“What can I get
you?” he asked.
Weslyn took pity
on the guy. “What’s easiest for you cook?”
“Bacon and eggs,”
he answered immediately.
“Weslyn nodded,
smiled and snatched the menu from Nolan’s fingers. Handing them back to the
server, she said, “Breakfast for dinner, it is.”
He nodded and
stepped away with a promise to bring coffee. Nolan stared at Weslyn with a
lifted eyebrow.
“What?” She
fidgeted on her seat.
“Not a lot of
business this time of night, Moon.”
They’d both slept
late in Cleveland, but Weslyn figured that was to be expected. After all,
they’d been up most of the night, driving from Chicago, and their roll in the
sheets toward dawn took a lot of energy. It
world, totally at odds with the pulsing, jerking hardness buried in her body.
Weslyn broke the kiss and hid her face against his neck. Then she did as her
pussy demanded and lifted against him, taking him the rest of the way inside
her.
It had been so
long. She’d been so empty, so lonely, and Nolan was there . His cock
filled her, rubbing over the sensitive place that always made everything all
right, his baby was in her womb and she was in his arms. At that moment, Weslyn
couldn’t have asked for more.
But Nolan gave it.
He withdrew and surged back in—gently, but no less intensely. Again and again,
he thrust deep, working her nerves and her emotions until Weslyn was tangled in
pleasure and desperate to get even closer to the hard, male body sheltering her
from the world.
Writhing on his
cock, pressing as close as she could, she gasped against his neck, licked out
and tasted the salt of his sweat and the flavor of Nolan. His arms held her
close and his dick hit just the right spot. Pleasure exploded in a wave of heat
that melted her spine. Weslyn came with a strangled scream and a heavy
convulsion of her inner walls, her cream slicking from her pussy to drip from
his shaft onto her thigh. Nolan sped up, pressed deep and soon followed her
over the edge of orgasm.
Somewhere in the
silence that descended upon them, Nolan released her wrist from the handcuff
and rubbed the raw skin he’d revealed. Then he turned off the light and
gathered her close again.
Weslyn didn’t
remember falling asleep.
10
They stopped for
dinner somewhere in upstate New York. Weslyn knew she probably should have paid
more attention to where they might be, but the scenic drive was boring and
she’d surprised herself by sleeping most of the afternoon away. Nolan came
around to her side of the car and helped her put her seat back in an upright
position.
“Are you going to
run on me, Moon?”
She looked past
him to the greasy spoon decorating the edge of the highway. Besides their
rented sedan, one lone car was parked in front of the door and two tractor
trailers were angled into spots in the poorly-lit parking lot. There was
nowhere to go and no one she’d like to ask for help.
Besides, running
meant away from Nolan.
She shook her
head. “You’re my best chance at getting out of this mess. And after we…after
what we did… No. I won’t run.”
His smile
devastated her. “All right then, Moon. No cuffs for the good girl.”
“Oh, nice. I’ll be
able to feed myself with some grace tonight.”
Nolan laughed and
held her elbow as they walked into the diner. Welsyn wasn’t surprised at what
they found inside, having seen the same thing in a number of old television
show re-runs. Two men sat at the long counter working on heaping plates and
unlimited coffee. They both glanced over their shoulders as Nolan and Weslyn
entered, but neither commented.
Nolan guided Weslyn
to a booth set in front of a large window. The male server reached the table
before they did, and handed them plastic menus as they slid across the cracked
and tacky vinyl seats. Weslyn looked at the kid’s face and the burn marks on
his wrist, and knew he was the sole employee working that shift.
“What can I get
you?” he asked.
Weslyn took pity
on the guy. “What’s easiest for you cook?”
“Bacon and eggs,”
he answered immediately.
“Weslyn nodded,
smiled and snatched the menu from Nolan’s fingers. Handing them back to the
server, she said, “Breakfast for dinner, it is.”
He nodded and
stepped away with a promise to bring coffee. Nolan stared at Weslyn with a
lifted eyebrow.
“What?” She
fidgeted on her seat.
“Not a lot of
business this time of night, Moon.”
They’d both slept
late in Cleveland, but Weslyn figured that was to be expected. After all,
they’d been up most of the night, driving from Chicago, and their roll in the
sheets toward dawn took a lot of energy. It
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