Page 77 of The True Garza

I do. I lick his palm, again and again, until it’s lubricated. Then he fists himself with it and starts stroking again. His hot, melting gaze glued to my pussy. A hiss passes between his gritted teeth as he straightens and closes the gap between us, fisting himself faster, tighter.

Yes, come let me feel you. I’m so wet and ready for you.

For better stability, I grip the counter with one hand and tilt my pelvis upward, eager to receive him. Yet as I wait, legs trembling in anticipation, he just continues to jerk himself off, mumbling strangled words about how pretty my pussy is.

“What are you waiting for?” I hate how desperate my voice sounds. “Are you gonna stuff me with that thing or not?”

“Do you feel empty without it inside you?”

“Vacant,” I breathe. “Desolate.”Just push it inside me. Come on! Fill me. Stuff me full.

“Mhm. How fuckingtightyour pussy will grip me if I slam into you right now….”

“Please. It needs you.”

“I know….”

On the heel of those choked-out words, cum spurts from his cock, bathing my folds in sticky warmth. Eyes drooped, he bites his lip and groans as his body jerks from his orgasm.

This son of a…

I shove at his chest. “What the hell was that?!”

One final groan reverberates in his throat, then he takes a breath and pulls up his boxers and shorts. “That’s what happens when you don’t keep your word.”

“What are you talking about? Keep what word?”

“No jeans around me. You agreed.”

Is he serious right now? “You’re kidding me, right?”

Gesturing between my thighs, where I’m covered in his come, he asks, “Does that feel like a joke?”

Un-freaking-believable. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Put on one of my shirts. Or stay fucking naked.” He drains the rest of his protein shake. “Go clean up and get ready. I’m gonna shower.”

As he starts to leave, heading for the stairs, I call after him, “You’re anasshole!”

“You’re the first to say it,” he calls back.

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I’ve been waitingin the vehicle for almost an hour now. The ignited ache between my thighs refuses to subside. It didn’t work when I tried to get myself off in the bathroom earlier. My vagina apparently doesn’t think my fingers are up to par anymore. She wants True’s. He’s spoiled her with all his skillful petting and calling her pretty.

“Where the hell is he?” I grumble under my breath, glancing at the time on the dashboard. Another ten minutes has passed.

Whatmantakes this damn long to get ready? After finishing breakfast and washing up the dishes, I was showered, dressed, and ready in less than fifteen minutes.

Another five minutes later, and finally,finallyhewalks out the front door. Fresh and casual in a white tee, white sneakers, and acid-wash jeans.That’swhat took him so long? He’s worse than my brother. All that time just for jeans and a tee.

His steps are leisurely, unhurried, his phone pressed to his ear, his gait sexy as ever.

“…so tell her I’m coming that side, yeah. I’ll swing by and collect it, so she doesn’t have to drive out,” he’s saying into the phone as he gets in behind the wheel. “Nah, don’t put any of that shit in mine.” … “Cool. See you in a bit.”

He hangs up and puts the phone on the dash-mount holder.

“For all that time you took inside, I was expecting you to walk out in a five-piece suit, a cravat, fedora, and a damn pocket watch.”