“That. Is. Amazing.”
Their gazes met and he saw a mixture of vixen and innocence in the pools. Much more of her pretty, pink mouth filled with his cock and he wanted to come in her throat, and yet he wanted to please her.
“Come up here, sweetheart.” Releasing his fingers from her hair, he grabbed her underneath the arms and gently tugged her up and around. Dropping his head, he brought one of her distended nipples into his mouth and sucked, squeezing the firm flesh between his lips. Bringing his gaze to hers, her eyes were on him, begging for release. He wanted to bring her new pleasure, and he couldn’t wait another minute. But he couldn’t forget one thing. “One second.” He got up, grabbed his jeans and reached into his pocket to grab his billfold. Thankfully, he had protection. Ripping the foil, he took out the sheath and rolled it over his erection, securing it around his girth.
Crawling back on the b ed and between her open thighs, he guided himself inside of her, slowly, allowing her body to adapt to his size. Once her muscles wrapped around him, he buried himself to the hilt as she cried out his name. He’d never heard anything more pleasant. It lured him in, washing him with the need to give her more than anyone ever had. He drove himself inside of her tight moist body and quickened his pace as her moans became more urgent. She brought her legs up and enfolded his hips, giving him deeper access to the secret parts of her.
Losing control, he pumped twice more and a rush of tingles poured over him, disintegrating all resistance. He lowered his forehead to her shoulder and groaned, clutching her ass as he tugged her closer. Minutes passed until finally the last throb left his body, leaving him drained and satiated.
****
Peyton was in between a sleep haze and bliss when something woke her. She blinked one eye open and her chest was heavy. Dillon’s arm hung over her and his head rested against her shoulder. She smiled as she slid his arm to her waist. She lifted on her elbow and glanced at the digital clock— ten P.M...
Wi ping the sleep from her eyes, her mind became clearer. The blinking light of her phone caught her attention. Sliding across Dillon, she grabbed the cell from the nightstand and saw the missed call notification. Marty. Knowing her uncle, he was probably calling to check on her, proving that she hadn’t didn’t get out enough. She’d have to have a talk with her uncle and explain that she was capable of taking care of herself.
Clicking voicemail, she listened to the message.
“ Mom, it’s Oliver. Uncle Marty passed out in the kitchen. I called 9-1-1.”
Oliver’s panicked voice made her go into full alert. She punched in her uncle’s number and after five rings, his voicemail picked up. She hit end, rolled over and shook Dillon’s shoulder. “Wake up.”
There was a fluttering of his lashes and then his eyes opened. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Oliver called. It’s Uncle Marty . Something has happened.” She forced the words through the frightened catch in her voice. She needed to be strong, at least until she had a reason to be scared.
In lightning speed, Dillon was up and pulling on his clothes. “Where is he?”
“I called the house and didn ’t get an answer. I’m betting at the hospital.” She slid from bed and searched through her dresser, pulling out jeans and grabbing a zip-up sweater from the closest, pulling them on in haste.
By the time she was dressed, Dillon had his boots and hat on and waited by the door. “I’ll take you there,” he said.
“You don’t have to.” She slipped on her tennis shoes. “I can drive myself. I’m sure you’d like to go home and get some sleep.”
He crossed the room, his boots thudding against the hardwood. He laid his hands on her shoulders, meeting her gaze. “What I want is to drive you to the hospital and make sure everything is okay. You’re shaking and upset, for good reason, and you
Their gazes met and he saw a mixture of vixen and innocence in the pools. Much more of her pretty, pink mouth filled with his cock and he wanted to come in her throat, and yet he wanted to please her.
“Come up here, sweetheart.” Releasing his fingers from her hair, he grabbed her underneath the arms and gently tugged her up and around. Dropping his head, he brought one of her distended nipples into his mouth and sucked, squeezing the firm flesh between his lips. Bringing his gaze to hers, her eyes were on him, begging for release. He wanted to bring her new pleasure, and he couldn’t wait another minute. But he couldn’t forget one thing. “One second.” He got up, grabbed his jeans and reached into his pocket to grab his billfold. Thankfully, he had protection. Ripping the foil, he took out the sheath and rolled it over his erection, securing it around his girth.
Crawling back on the b ed and between her open thighs, he guided himself inside of her, slowly, allowing her body to adapt to his size. Once her muscles wrapped around him, he buried himself to the hilt as she cried out his name. He’d never heard anything more pleasant. It lured him in, washing him with the need to give her more than anyone ever had. He drove himself inside of her tight moist body and quickened his pace as her moans became more urgent. She brought her legs up and enfolded his hips, giving him deeper access to the secret parts of her.
Losing control, he pumped twice more and a rush of tingles poured over him, disintegrating all resistance. He lowered his forehead to her shoulder and groaned, clutching her ass as he tugged her closer. Minutes passed until finally the last throb left his body, leaving him drained and satiated.
****
Peyton was in between a sleep haze and bliss when something woke her. She blinked one eye open and her chest was heavy. Dillon’s arm hung over her and his head rested against her shoulder. She smiled as she slid his arm to her waist. She lifted on her elbow and glanced at the digital clock— ten P.M...
Wi ping the sleep from her eyes, her mind became clearer. The blinking light of her phone caught her attention. Sliding across Dillon, she grabbed the cell from the nightstand and saw the missed call notification. Marty. Knowing her uncle, he was probably calling to check on her, proving that she hadn’t didn’t get out enough. She’d have to have a talk with her uncle and explain that she was capable of taking care of herself.
Clicking voicemail, she listened to the message.
“ Mom, it’s Oliver. Uncle Marty passed out in the kitchen. I called 9-1-1.”
Oliver’s panicked voice made her go into full alert. She punched in her uncle’s number and after five rings, his voicemail picked up. She hit end, rolled over and shook Dillon’s shoulder. “Wake up.”
There was a fluttering of his lashes and then his eyes opened. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Oliver called. It’s Uncle Marty . Something has happened.” She forced the words through the frightened catch in her voice. She needed to be strong, at least until she had a reason to be scared.
In lightning speed, Dillon was up and pulling on his clothes. “Where is he?”
“I called the house and didn ’t get an answer. I’m betting at the hospital.” She slid from bed and searched through her dresser, pulling out jeans and grabbing a zip-up sweater from the closest, pulling them on in haste.
By the time she was dressed, Dillon had his boots and hat on and waited by the door. “I’ll take you there,” he said.
“You don’t have to.” She slipped on her tennis shoes. “I can drive myself. I’m sure you’d like to go home and get some sleep.”
He crossed the room, his boots thudding against the hardwood. He laid his hands on her shoulders, meeting her gaze. “What I want is to drive you to the hospital and make sure everything is okay. You’re shaking and upset, for good reason, and you
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