Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“How do you know? Ever look in a mirror?”
She squints, twisting her lips to the side. “Fine, if I look like that, then you look like this.” She sticks her tongue out of her mouth, pants, and pulses her leg up and down like a damn dog.
I can’t hide my smile or the laugh that pops out of me.
“So basically, you’re comparing me to a dog.”
“Pretty much.”
I nod. “Fair enough.” Gripping her hands, I pin them down and lower my head to her neck where I lightly lick the spot just below her ear and then work my way to her collarbone where I pause and smile to myself. Without warning, I suck her skin into my mouth and nibble.
“Rome!” she shouts, shifting beneath me. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
I suck hard and nibble.
“Rome, I’m not kidding.”
I don’t let up, making my mark and loving every second of it.
“I swear to God if you give me—” Her voice cuts off in a gulp as my dick slides against the juncture between her thighs. “Ohh,” she moans, her legs parting open for me.
Last night, we had the awkward conversation about birth control and how she’s on it, which only meant . . .
I glide my cock across her slit, slick and already wet.
“Shit, Peyton, you’re so hot.”
She doesn’t say anything, instead she rocks her hips, her fingers entwining with mine, gripping onto me tightly.
I lower my head, our foreheads touching, our eyes locked on one another. Temporarily I unlock my hand from hers and grip my thick cock where I guide it in. Returning my hand, I keep her still as I fully insert myself inside her. Her face scrunches up right before she lets out a long breath, her entire body relaxing.
When her eyes open up again, glazed over and needy, I bring my mouth to hers in a heated frenzy. Our tongues clash, our mouths molding as I quickly begin to thrust in and out of her.
There is nothing slow about it. We are in desperate need of release despite the night we had.
My hips don’t ease up, and when she wraps her legs around my waist, I bury myself even deeper, hitting her in just the right spot.
“Oh my God, yes. Right there, Rome.”
I love how she talks to me, how she doesn’t have any reservations about being vocal in bed. It’s fucking sensational and turns me on even more. Sex with this woman is incredible.
“How close?” I grit out, my climax resting at the base of my spine, ready to rip through me.
There’s something about morning sex that gets me off so much faster, and right now is no exception.
“I’m . . .” Her tongue sweeps across mine, her lips attacking mine before she pulls away and bites down on her bottom lip. A long moan escapes her as her pussy clenches around my shaft. “Oh. God,” she practically screams, back arching. “Yes, Rome.”
Grunting, I pulse a few more times.
One.
Two . . .
Fuck.
Three.
My orgasm tears through me as my balls tighten and I spill into her, pumping feverously until every last drop escapes me.
Christ.
I still. Press my forehead against hers, our noses touching, our breaths erratic as if we just ran a marathon.
Once our heartbeats start to slow down, Peyton finally says, “If you gave me a hickey, this little affair is over.”
“If I gave you a hickey, it means you’re fucking mine.”
* * *
“That’s cheating.”
Peyton is sitting on my kitchen counter, in one of my button-up shirts, legs crossed, looking fine as fuck.
I shut the door with my foot and turn toward the kitchen, holding a steaming bag of food in my hand.
“You never requested I actually make the pancakes.” I wink and set the bag next to her, only to spread her legs and slide my body between them, placing my hands on her hips.
Her hands fall on my shoulders. “I didn’t think I had to specify.”
“It’s all about the details, babe.” I place a quick kiss on her nose before stepping to the side to start unpacking the food.
When she doesn’t move, I twist my head and ask, “Are you going to eat? Why are you just sitting there, staring at me like that?”
The smile that consumes her is so fucking overwhelming that I have to catch my breath when she finally says, “You called me, babe.”
I lick my lips; look her up and down. She is a babe. There is no denying that.
“So?”
“Soooo,” she carries out and pulls me back between her legs where she twists her fingers through my bedhead. “It’s really cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“You really are, especially when you get this little wrinkle between your eyes.” She presses her index finger to my brow.
Sliding my hands up her thighs to her ass, I grip her tightly and bring my mouth to her jaw where I pepper her with kisses.