All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) by Sherilee Gray (world of reading .txt) 📕

I didn’t want her to leave either. I’d had visions of her in this bed with me all day. Naked. “I’m off today and tomorrow.”

“Maybe you can hang out with Jimmy, he’d love it.” She smirked and climbed off the bed.

She put on her underwear, and I mourned the loss of her gorgeous ass and her perfect handful-sized tits, then she tugged her dress over her head. I really didn’t want her to go. “What time do you finish?”

“Early today, probably three thirty.”

“You want to go fishing later?” The words just popped out of my mouth. She’d mentioned she wanted to, but she probably hadn’t meant it. Of course she doesn’t want to go fishing. Jesus. Way to highlight how fucking old you are.

Her head came up and the smile was back full force. “Really?”

“Yeah, if you want? If you’re free?” Okay, maybe not such a stupid idea after all?

“Yes, I want. I’m all yours.”

Pleasure shot through me. She had that right.

Trixie was mine.

At least for as long as she’d let me have her.

“I suck at this.”

I glanced at Trixie and chuckled. “Nah, they’re just not biting.”

“You’ve caught three.”

“I was lucky.”

She huffed out a breath, and it was far too fucking cute. Add in the tiny little denim shorts, checkered shirt tied up at the front and flashing her belly, and I was having trouble not kissing that frown off her sweet mouth.

Jimmy barked and tore past us, chasing birds.

The lake was quiet, it often was late afternoon. I’d been coming here to this spot all my life, first with my dad and now on my own. No one really knew about it. My dad had found it when he was a kid and we’d kept it to ourselves. I hadn’t brought anyone here with me since Janie, back when we were first dating years ago. When I brought her home with me to meet everyone.

My gaze moved over Trixie and my gut tightened. She was probably the same age Janie had been back then…and didn’t that just fuck me right up.

“What is it?” Trixie asked. “You have a weird look on your face.”

I shrugged and smirked. “Was just thinking how much you suck at fishing.”

She gave me a shove, laughing. I jammed my fishing pole between two rocks and caught her up.

“Good thing I have many other talents,” she said, a sweet, sexy-as-hell smile curling her lips.

I leaned in, my mouth going to her ear. “I know I’m pretty fucking thankful for them.”

She laughed again. “You have a few yourself.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I didn’t miss the way she pressed her thighs together, and I gripped the front of her shorts, tugging them up, and she gasped. “You can’t get enough, can you, kitten?”

Her gaze grew heavy, needy. “Not when it comes to you.”

Again, she didn’t hold back, didn’t hide what she was feeling. I loved that, how open and honest she was. “Undo your shorts.”

She bit her lip and did as I asked, popping the button and sliding down the zipper, then waited because she got off on being told what to do and she knew that I fucking got off doing the telling.

As much as I wanted to shove her shorts down and fuck her, I didn’t. That was for later. Instead, I gripped the back of her neck with one hand, fisting her blond hair and tipped her head back, so she couldn’t look anywhere but at me, and slid my other hand down the front of her shorts, outside her panties. “Legs apart.”

Her eyes were glazed and her lower lip glossy from licking it, and as soon as she spread wider for me, I hissed. “Your pussy’s so hot, kitten, and so fucking wet. You’ve soaked right through your panties. Have you been thinking about what we did last night? How many times I fucked you, how I fucked you this morning?”

“Yes, it was all I could think about.”

“You’re going to need some extra attention the next few weeks, aren’t you, baby?” I pressed my fingers against the damp fabric that had molded to her folds and dragged them over her clit. She shuddered. “Dirty girl that you are, you’re gonna need it more. Now that you’ve had my cock again, you’re gonna come home from work every day slick and desperate for it.”

She blinked slowly up at me, lost in pleasure as I rubbed her stiff little clit through her underwear, teasing her but being barred from her bare flesh. “Yes.”

She clutched my arms and rocked her hips, wanting more, and as much as I wanted to shove her panties aside, I wasn’t going to fuck her with my fingers. I’d get her off, but sick fuck that I was, I wanted her thinking about me fucking her. I wanted her desperate for me to fill her up when we got back. I needed her to want that from me, like she needed me to get her off now.

“Tomorrow when you finish work, I’m going to come over to your trailer, and when I walk in, I’ll find you bent over your table, panties off, waiting for my cock, won’t I, Trixie?”

She bit her lip and moaned, so wet now she was all over my hand. “Oh god…y-yes, do that. I want you to do that.”

“Yeah, you do.” My dick was impossibly hard, but somehow I kept control, and with my gaze still locked with hers, I rubbed her clit faster.

Her mouth dropped open, breathing harder. “Don’t stop…don’t…stop.”

She jerked in my arms, arching, but I didn’t let her, holding her in place so I could watch, watch her come for me, unable to bite back my curse when she called my name as she came against my fingers.

I kept my hand there, easing back my strokes as she came down, as her body relaxed.

She blinked up at me, and I leaned in and kissed her. “I could watch you come all day.”

She grinned. “A sacrifice I’m more than willing to make.”

I chuckled and kissed her again.

“Um,