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laugh more than anything. Marisol had
been the youngest of three girls and her sisters had always looked out for her. She hated
that she hadn’t been there for them. Hadn’t been able to stop what that monster had
done to her whole family. She didn’t know where that bastard wolf who’d betrayed
them to Perez was, but she knew where Perez was and that was good enough for her.
“Fuck,” Stephan growled as he threw the SUV into park.
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“What?” she gasped as his hold on her hand tightened.
Stephan unstrapped his seat belt before releasing Marisol’s restraint. Whatever was
going on in her pretty head was nearly killing him. His chest tightened in absolute
agony. She was such a mystery but now he knew without a doubt that she kept a lot of
pain and misery locked inside. He didn’t know much about comforting the opposite
sex. Sure, his younger cousins sometimes came to him for advice, but this was different.
He wanted to take all of Marisol’s pain and just make it disappear.
“Come here,” he murmured, reaching for her.
Without having to explain his intentions, she understood. She was surprisingly
agile for wearing those fuck-me boots. Within seconds she straddled him, stretching her
petite body over his.
Her dress rode up over her legs, pushing up high enough that he could see a peek
of bright red panties. His hands settled on her thighs. She tensed under his touch, but
her hips rolled once. Even with clothes on, he could feel the heat of her pussy rubbing
over his cock.
Like a mindless animal, his body wanted to fuck, but the pain he’d sensed from her
still lingered in the air. “Tell me what happened to your family,” he murmured.
“I can’t. Not yet,” she whispered. More than anything he wanted to push and force
her to tell him, but he didn’t have the heart to.
Her dress was some sort of turtleneck thing so he clasped the bottom hem and lifted
it upward. With her legs tightly clasping around him, she rose up and allowed him to
pull it over her head. Somehow he managed to get it free of her body.
When he finally got to view what he’d been craving all morning, his cock jerked
against his pants, begging to be set free.
Wearing a lacy cherry-red matching bra and panty set with knee-high boots, she
was a wet dream come to life. Everything about her drove him wild. Not wanting to
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remove her bra completely, he shoved the straps then lace cups down to reveal perfect
brown nipples. She shivered under his gaze, but the pain he’d sensed earlier had
subsided.
Now all he felt was her desire. It shined from her eyes in white-hot lust and
emanated from her body in potent waves. And all he wanted at that moment was to be
inside her. He wanted to ease her ache as much as he wanted her to ease his.
She reached down and clasped her fingers around his belt buckle. Her hand slipped
once so he took over, unwilling to wait. He hadn’t bothered with boxers because he
didn’t want the extra barrier. He wanted to fuck Marisol when and where he wanted
with as little trouble undressing as possible.
When he lifted his hips, she loosened the grip she had with her thighs and helped
him tug his pants down. His movements were constrictive and it was surprisingly hot.
He cupped the back of her head before devouring her mouth. Kissing and teasing her
tongue in much the same way he’d teased her pussy earlier, he tried to remind himself
to give her some foreplay, but his cock wasn’t listening.
She rolled her hips against his, and each time her lace-covered mound rubbed
against his dick, he moaned into her mouth. He felt as if his body was on fire and
Marisol was the only thing that could douse it.
Dipping his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. As he traced his
tongue around the hardened bud she arched her back, pushing herself deeper into his
mouth.
She made tiny gasping sounds as she rubbed her body against his. Her
been the youngest of three girls and her sisters had always looked out for her. She hated
that she hadn’t been there for them. Hadn’t been able to stop what that monster had
done to her whole family. She didn’t know where that bastard wolf who’d betrayed
them to Perez was, but she knew where Perez was and that was good enough for her.
“Fuck,” Stephan growled as he threw the SUV into park.
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“What?” she gasped as his hold on her hand tightened.
Stephan unstrapped his seat belt before releasing Marisol’s restraint. Whatever was
going on in her pretty head was nearly killing him. His chest tightened in absolute
agony. She was such a mystery but now he knew without a doubt that she kept a lot of
pain and misery locked inside. He didn’t know much about comforting the opposite
sex. Sure, his younger cousins sometimes came to him for advice, but this was different.
He wanted to take all of Marisol’s pain and just make it disappear.
“Come here,” he murmured, reaching for her.
Without having to explain his intentions, she understood. She was surprisingly
agile for wearing those fuck-me boots. Within seconds she straddled him, stretching her
petite body over his.
Her dress rode up over her legs, pushing up high enough that he could see a peek
of bright red panties. His hands settled on her thighs. She tensed under his touch, but
her hips rolled once. Even with clothes on, he could feel the heat of her pussy rubbing
over his cock.
Like a mindless animal, his body wanted to fuck, but the pain he’d sensed from her
still lingered in the air. “Tell me what happened to your family,” he murmured.
“I can’t. Not yet,” she whispered. More than anything he wanted to push and force
her to tell him, but he didn’t have the heart to.
Her dress was some sort of turtleneck thing so he clasped the bottom hem and lifted
it upward. With her legs tightly clasping around him, she rose up and allowed him to
pull it over her head. Somehow he managed to get it free of her body.
When he finally got to view what he’d been craving all morning, his cock jerked
against his pants, begging to be set free.
Wearing a lacy cherry-red matching bra and panty set with knee-high boots, she
was a wet dream come to life. Everything about her drove him wild. Not wanting to
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remove her bra completely, he shoved the straps then lace cups down to reveal perfect
brown nipples. She shivered under his gaze, but the pain he’d sensed earlier had
subsided.
Now all he felt was her desire. It shined from her eyes in white-hot lust and
emanated from her body in potent waves. And all he wanted at that moment was to be
inside her. He wanted to ease her ache as much as he wanted her to ease his.
She reached down and clasped her fingers around his belt buckle. Her hand slipped
once so he took over, unwilling to wait. He hadn’t bothered with boxers because he
didn’t want the extra barrier. He wanted to fuck Marisol when and where he wanted
with as little trouble undressing as possible.
When he lifted his hips, she loosened the grip she had with her thighs and helped
him tug his pants down. His movements were constrictive and it was surprisingly hot.
He cupped the back of her head before devouring her mouth. Kissing and teasing her
tongue in much the same way he’d teased her pussy earlier, he tried to remind himself
to give her some foreplay, but his cock wasn’t listening.
She rolled her hips against his, and each time her lace-covered mound rubbed
against his dick, he moaned into her mouth. He felt as if his body was on fire and
Marisol was the only thing that could douse it.
Dipping his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. As he traced his
tongue around the hardened bud she arched her back, pushing herself deeper into his
mouth.
She made tiny gasping sounds as she rubbed her body against his. Her
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