Page 14 of In It to Win It

“Um . . . the petals spell out ‘let me eat that pussy.’”

I fall back onto the bed, laughing. “You guys did not do that!”

He climbs on over me, grinning. “Oh yeah, we did. And we have more fun planned. Which is why we have to make this quick. Dammit.”

He slides his hands up my thighs beneath my dress, pushing it higher, until his fingertips graze over my thong. Wasting no time, he has my underwear down my legs and off, and then his fingers slide between my thighs. “So wet,” he murmurs. “Beautiful.”

I bite my lip.

He turns his attention to the strapless bodice of the dress, tugging it down along with my bra to reveal my breasts. “Oh man. Your tits are fucking perfect.” He presses his face between them. “I could stay here all night.”

I slide my fingers into his hair. “We don’t have all night.”

“I know.” He groans, turns his head, and licks one nipple. I twitch hard and then again even harder when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Sensation flows down to my pussy, more liquid heat gathering there.

He cups my breasts, and sucks and nips at the tender tips until I’m writhing beneath him, my hips lifting against his erection. He lifts his head. “Can you grab that condom?” He nods at the bedside table.

I slap a hand out and close my fingers around it, my entire body aching and throbbing with need. I hand it to him, and he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. With quick movements, he’s gloved up and pushing my knees up and back, preparing to enter me.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he mutters. “You make me crazy.”

“Oh God, me too.” Here we are up in his room again, going at each other like animals in heat. “Do it. Fuck me.”

“Oh yeah.” He lets out a long groan as he penetrates me, filling me with exquisite pressure. “Oh fuck yeah.”

We move together, my hands roaming over him. This is so dirty and decadent, fucking like this with our clothes still on, and I love it. I just need a bit more to come . . . just need to touch myself . . . I find my clit and circle wet fingertips over it as he drives into me again and again, so deep I can hardly breathe. Tension twists up inside me, higher, tighter, and it keeps building and building to the point of near pain before I come, shuddering hard, clenching around him, gripping his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, that’s beautiful . . . I can feel you squeezing me . . . damn . . .” He pumps faster, harder, then roars as he goes very still, pulsating inside me, his face buried in the side of my neck.“Damn.”

I wrap my arms around him and tighten my thighs on his hips. My heart hammers so hard I can hear it in my ears, my breath coming in short pants. “Wow. Again.”

4

TAYLOR

“I’d liketo stay here in bed and fuck you all night long.”

I smile lazily, my body wilted. “Me too.”

“But I have to go back to the wedding—we have this, uh, thing planned.”

“I guess I have to go back too.”

“Let’s go.” He plants a kiss on my lips. “We’ll be back here as soon as we can.”

I have to smile. His eagerness to get me back into bed is a total turn-on. Not to mention his big, skilled hands, his strength, and his filthy mouth. God. Now I’m melting all over again.

He moves off me and adjusts his clothes—tucking his shirt in, zipping his fly. He runs his hands through his hair, and I tug my bra and the bodice of my dress back up over my breasts.

JP bends to pick up my panties and I reach out my hand, expecting him to give them to me. But with a wicked smirk, he tucks them in his jacket pocket.

“Hey!”

He eases my dress down over my hips, down to my knees, and kisses me. “No one will know you’re bare under there. No one but me.”

“Oh God. JP . . .” But I kiss him back before zipping into the bathroom to clean up a bit, using his hairbrush to attempt to restore my hair. It’s not going to look like it did earlier when the hairdresser did the loose, wavy updo. Actually, though, it doesn’t look bad. I turn my head one way, then the other. The stylist used so much hairspray, it’s still okay, just a little . . . looser. There are also some pink marks on my throat and shoulders that weren’t there earlier. I didn’t bring my clutch purse, so I don’t have even a lipstick.

Luckily my dress doesn’t look too bad.

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