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She gasped and gulped when I slid my dick inside of her. My fingers were now free to diddle little patterns against her extended clit. She was getting it from both points as I fucked her slowly, indecently. I spoke against her mouth. “I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to feel this tight little pussy clamping down on my prick and milking me. I want to feel your pussy gush juice all over my hand—”

“
Agh! Fox!
Fuck me hard!”

My aim was to please. Nothing but the best for the woman I loved.

PIPPA

It was like my spirit had been drawn out of me when he slid his big cock inside me.

Fox was a succubus, skilled in the art of manipulating my body. With his long prick nestled up against my womb, I was a mindless toy. My eyes rolled into their sockets, I sucked in giant lungfuls of air.
This
was my entire world. Fox, his penis pinning me to the door and flexing inside of me, and his skillful fingers twiddling all sorts of piano concertos against my clit.

“I love you.” It just came out of me without conscious thought. It still felt like a foreign novelty to say it, but it always filled me with joy. “I love you, darling. Now do me.”

He laughed low and obscenely against my ear. “You want it? You want my big dick?”

I had enough presence of mind to clutch at his dick with my inner muscles. Now that made him gasp. I laughed. Now
he
was my property, fully and completely. No man could resist having his prick clenched by strong Kegels, exercised daily to perfection. “I said
do me
.”

“If you insist.”

He banged me in earnest now, sliding his cock in and out of me with big swivels of his hips. He had this uncanny ability to never miss a beat with his fingers as he stroked me to ecstasy and kept up a solid, mind-boggling rhythm with his hips. He should have been a musician.

My monologue by now went something like this. “
Ah! Ah! Ah! Do it! Ah!
” That was how heavily he’d fucked the sense right out of me.

But when I came, it was almost unexpected. It was the most sudden, most uproarious orgasm of my life. My fingernails scraped the paint on the door, I held my breath, and I let the most powerful spasms I’d ever experienced take control of my midsection.

I thought Fox was coming, too. He had this way of throwing his head back and holding his breath too. I could feel his penis twitching inside of me, jumping with each powerful spurt of jizz. His hips jerked with his pleasure, and he held his cock tightly inside me.

Yet he managed to keep up stroking my clit. Slower now, I got to that jumping and twitching phase as I gulped air, putting one wobbly boot on the floor, testing it experimentally. My inner pussy still clutched at his cock. I had to giggle that every time I did that, and he would gasp and jump.

Finally we both started breathing again. Fox let me down, but he was still seated deep inside me. Looking in my eyes purposefully, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on each finger in turn, making big lip-smacking sounds.

“Oh! Gross!” I said, pushing him away. Without him holding me up, I staggered a few steps like a drunk person. I made it to the bathroom to pee and fix myself up as best I could, then I staggered back out.

Fox sat in a chair looking out the window. He’d opened the blinds. We couldn’t see the patio from here, but various guests, laughing and smoking, walked by. I went to take the other chair, but Fox shot his hand out like lightning and grabbed mine, pulling me onto his lap. I kissed his forehead, smooth and unlined by worry.

“I love you too, kiddo,” he said.

“I know. You know, it sounds crazy. But you’ve done the most loving, caring thing of all when you took that cleaning woman’s body to the Joneses and told them you were through.”

It was true. Fox needed a female body, and the cleaner was thin and lithe like me. Small-titted. It must’ve been gruesome work, taking off her burnt clothes and putting on some of mine we’d burned in a bonfire. Fox had to take Lytton’s cage instead of his scoot, but Fox had met with Ortelio Jones in Nogales to show him the body of “Flavia Brooks.” Meanwhile, I stayed at home dying my hair a shocking, playful red. Why not? I worked in a god damned weed hotel. If that wasn’t the time to get all fancy, when would it be?

“I took a fucking chance. They could’ve demanded dental records or some crap. But he at least pretended to believe me.”

“Not working at the tux rental or even the dispensary anymore is also a help. As far as I know, he never connected me to this inn.”

“No way. I don’t think he ever even connected you to the dispensary, since Jaws never got the information out of Emily.” Fox jumped, though, when someone knocked briskly on our door. “What the fuck?”

“Pippa!”

I looked at Fox and rolled my eyes. But there was a smile on my mouth, I knew. I got up, but just stood behind the door. “Yes, Randy?”

“Just wondering if you’re coming out for hoover doovers. There are some fantastic
chalupas
, and the guys are already messing up the
queso fundido.
One guy practically dove face-first into it.”

Fox rolled his eyes. “A guy who looks like Ronald McDonald?” he yelled.

“That’s the one,” said Randy.

I decided to open the door. The U.S. Marshal had been good to me, amazing as it sounds. He hadn’t reported me in violation the time I’d run off to Shelda’s. He’d arranged it so Shelda and Monstro could move here after Fox convinced him Jones was no longer a threat. In fact, I’m sure Randy knew that Jones thought I was dead. Randy had been cool throughout the entire mess. Not knowing about the epic shootout at my new motel probably helped.

Randy only took one polite step into the room, probably afraid Fox was buck naked. Now,
that
had really happened before on at least one occasion. We needed to lock the front door of our house more often. “I’ve got to tell you, Pippa. You’ve got a real winner with this bud and breakfast.”

“Well,” I said, “that means a lot to me, coming from my cousin and all.” We’d decided Randy was my cousin from San Francisco who had always hated my wife-beating ex, Russ. He now lived in Flagstaff, which explained his frequent visits to Pure and Easy.

“Aw, shucks,” said Randy. He even put a hand on my shoulder. “No rush, but I’m serious. That guy’s holding the
queso
bowl to his face like he’s drinking a pail of milk. Come on. Maybe there are still some
empanadas
and tamales left.”

“We’ll be right there.” Fox held an arm up indicating his assent. He got laboriously to his feet as if he’d just run a mile as Randy zipped back to the party. Randy was getting to know the Boners, and I think he actually liked them. Or most of them.

Fox came over to me, and messed up my bright red hair. The mariachi band I’d hired started up over at the patio. Fox had to talk louder over the cheerful accordion. “Mm. You sure know how to make a man feel good. Great, even.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair too. “That’s my job, sir. And it will be my job until the end of time. Do you approve?”

“Mm. I approve.”

Fox bent his head to kiss me, but another guy was shouting practically in our ear.

“Fox! Get on out here!” yelled Lytton. After a rocky start, Dr. Driving Hawk seemed to be Fox’s best friend now. “I want to see the two of you do a victory dance to whatever the hell this music is. And you need to try a puff of your old lady’s new Dabba Doo strain.”

Fox shouted back almost in Lytton’s face. “You know I can’t do any of that, Lyt. I might get pee tested over at the bird place.” That was true. Marijuana stayed in your system for-fucking-ever, and Fox’s job was a nonprofit.

“You can’t just walk through the smoke? Some women guests just said it’s the best thing they’ve ever tasted. One of them is trying it for her cancer pain.”

I perked up. “Really? Come on, Fox.” I was out of the room before him, almost jogging a few doors down. I really needed my high-CBD strain to be a hit.

“Whoa, slow down, nelly,” said Fox, so I did.

We walked together, his arm slung over my shoulders. He said, “Don’t worry about your Dabba Doo. It’s already a success from what Lytton said last week.”

“Yeah. I know. I just get so nervous about succeeding.”

“I get it. You weren’t exactly praised for your work in the warehouse, and that Russ dickhead stole your research at the Coast Guard. But you know what? You don’t need to worry anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve created a life here, a story that has a happy ending. No more dickheads and abusive criminals. Pippa Lofting is a success in Pure and Easy. Pippa Lofting is helping a lot of people in pain.”

“Pippa Lofting loves you.”

“And Pippa Lofting never has to worry about anything like that ever again.”

I knew Fox Isherwood told the truth. Because he’d created his own story where he never had to worry about that shit again, too.

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About The Author

Bestselling author
Layla Wolfe
likes to bring you alpha males—sometimes two at a time—and the kick-ass women who love them. Her BARE BONES MC series explores the dark, disturbing life of the biker club in Arizona. Her spinoff series THE BENT ZEALOTS MC is a gritty MM saga. She is currently at work on THE ASSASSINS OF YOUTH MC, another spinoff set in Utah.