OFF LIMITS

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - Fast and Hard

MACK

Hiding in the trunk wasn't necessary because Kat's dad wasn't even home when we dropped off her sisters.

Kat was so happy about that. It's so funny that she really wants her dad to get laid.

We left Rosie, her boyfriend Logan—Kat explained that's not actually her boyfriend, but whatever—and Effy at the house, and then we headed to a gas station, where Kat picked a vast selection of snacks for us to eat when we got to my apartment.

She looked so cute, roaming the gas station in her pretty dress and slippers, looking at me for approval every time she picked another thing to take home with us. She has no idea I would gladly buy the whole establishment if she wanted it.

I have way more money than I know what to do with already anyway, so I could accommodate her desire for more expensive things.

Then we got to the house, and we started getting ourselves comfortable to eat snacks.

I took off my clothes and put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt instead. Now I'm comfy. Kat is in the bathroom taking her makeup off, so I grab one of my shirts to take it for her to get off her dress.

I walk into the bathroom, and she's swiping one of those cotton pads on her face. She smiles at me through the mirror, then throws the pad in the trash and turns around.

"Want to get out of that dress?" I hold up the t-shirt, and she nods with a big smile.

She slips off the straps of her dress and gently slides it off her beautiful body with her eyes fixed on mine. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath the dress, so her perky tits are now bare in front of me, with her nipples proudly hard. Then she slides the dress completely off her, and I see the seamless apricot thong that's clinging to her body.

"On second thought, I'm going to hang on to the shirt. You can just stay like this for the rest of the night." I throw the shirt back to the bedroom. She giggles and walks back to the bedroom.

I watch her walk, then I obviously follow her like the lost puppy I am when it comes to her. She grabs the shirt I threw and slides over her head. The next best sight after having her naked is having her in one of my shirts, so I'll count this as a win.

"You can't expect me to walk around fully naked when you're completely dressed." She arches a brow, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"If you wanted me to take off my clothes, all you had to do was ask," I strip off my t-shirt, then peer at Kat, who's biting her lower lip while staring at my abs. Every single time she does that, without fault, my dick stirs inside my pants. It always will, probably.

I walk over to the bed and gently lift her to throw her in the middle of the bed. "How many times have I told you that you can't bite your lip like that and expect me to do nothing about it?"

She grins devilishly while I get on the bed, hovering over her. "Maybe I want you to do something about it."

Fuck. Yes.

"I want that fucking shirt off. Now." I command, and she quickly grabs the hem of the shirt and takes it off her, displaying her pretty tits for me once again.

I crash my mouth to hers like a man starved. I savor her like I haven't kissed her in years, even though I kissed her at the party for a decent amount of time.

"I want your pants off," she speaks and reaches over to the waistband of my sweatpants, but I swat her hand away at once, causing her to pout.

This time I don't contain myself and I bite that pretty pout of hers. "This is about you, trouble."