Page 47 of Just a Little Prick

Perfect.

My nails dug into his back, and I bit down on his tongue—not hard, just enough for him to feel it. He twitched inside me.

I pulled back from the kiss, back arching off the table. “I love you.”

“Shit, Lora, I love you too.”

He started to go faster, harder. It was exactly what I wanted. I rocked my hips to meet him, aware of every inch of his cock as he buried it deep inside me.

I never wanted to be with anyone but him.

His head tilted, lips skimming along my neck before pausing to suck a mark into my skin. I shivered, moaning loudly.

He could leave as many marks as he wanted now.

The thought made me shiver.

This was real.

“Lora.” Bradley’s voice sounded hoarse, strained. I knew what that meant.

He was close.

So was I.

“Bradley, don’t—don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He grabbed hold of my hips, thrusting into me one last time. He let out a sharp moan.

Heat rushed through me as my own orgasm took hold. My legs tightened around his waist, thighs quivering. He stilled inside me, cock twitching. I dug my nails into his shoulders and raked them downward.

We both went quiet.

“Shit.” Bradley put his elbow on either side of my head, resting above me.

“Wow.”

“Lora, that was hot as hell.”

It had been.

It always was.

“Take me to bed?” I asked. “I don’t think I can walk right now.”

Bradley laughed. He eased out of me and took the condom to the trash, then returned. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to bed.

We fell asleep as soon as we hit the pillows.

Chapter Nineteen

Bradley

Sundays have always been the best day of the week.

There’s nothing like sleeping in, waking up on my own.

And there was nothing like waking up with Lora next to me.

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