The Slippery Seven: Tales of Irresistible Lust by Johnny Runn

Author:Johnny Runn [Runn, Johnny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

My first thought was to find the gun. I knew it was in the bedroom somewhere, and I wrapped my arm around her torso and gave her a kiss on the cheek as my eyes scanned for it.

It’s gotta be under the pillow. I slipped my cum soaked cock out of her, reaching under the pillow and finding it. I sprang to my feet, gun in hand, and smiled.

“Where’s the truck?” I asked. She started laughing, and sat up to face me.

“You’re not gonna shoot me. Did you not think I was going to give you your shit back?”

“I’ve seen no indication you would.”

“How about sucking your cock? Fucking you? Letting you cum in me?” she asked, grinning. Jess was too pretty to resist, and she naturally disarmed me.

“You said it was a momentary ceasefire.”

“Well, you didn’t cease fire, for one, and two, that was before you fucked me. Now I want to stay here, and be yours.” she said, being all cute and lovable.

“Fuck. I don’t trust you. You tied me to a chair.”

“Well, you can hold onto the gun then, for however long you see fit, and the truck is down the street on the left, I parked it in a clearing behind some trees.” she said, completely unconcerned by me having the weapon.

“Where’s the key?”

“It’s in my pocket. On the pants on the floor.” she said, pointing. “Are you hungry?”

“Let me get my belongings back on my property, and then we’ll figure out something to eat.” I said, going through her pants and pulling out her truck key.

The moment I was outside, my mind began racing. What in the hell was going on? Was I really going to let this girl live with me after what she’d done? I had to find out more about her, but I couldn’t deny wanting her. One look at her, and she was all I wanted, like it was built into my DNA.

Her truck was exactly where she said it was, lifted, with big off roading tires. Some might see it and assume she had a small dick. I drove it the hundred yards or so back to my house, and noticed an old state ID hanging from a lanyard on her rearview.

“Jessica McCord, from Georgia. I knew she was a peach.” I said, looking it over after I parked in front of the house. She was only 21, almost fifteen years younger than me. I couldn’t help smiling when I saw her even younger self looking back at me on the ID, wearing the same pretty smile she seduced me with.

I put the key in my pocket, thinking it was probably best that I kept it on me for the time being, until I figured out if she was trustworthy. My first order of business was getting my stuff out of the truck, and back into my house. That would remove the option of her trying to peel out and ditch me, at least while she still had all of my belongings.

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