Page 152 of Deadly Sweet

“Oh, shut up.” I slap at his shoulder. “You are not old.”

“Baby, I’m old,” he chuckles.

“But you fuck like a twenty five year old.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Don’t sell yourself short. You know how to use that cock of yours. That big, thick, glorious cock...” I trail off, clenching my walls around him as I use the heel of my foot to push him deeper into me.

He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a calming breath. “Savannah.”

“Leroy,” I taunt, loving it when his growly daddy side comes out.

“If you’re a good girl, when we get home, I’ll bring you up to my room and fuck you until you don’t remember your name.” His lips move to my neck, peppering kisses.

He’s playing dirty; doesn’t he know how fucking wet I am right now? I can feel his cum and my slick dripping, making a mess on the counter below me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, just to fuck with him but the way his eyes darken, his breathing increases, and the small burst of licorice and vanilla fills the air make me think my Beta likes it.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, running my hands down his chest and up under his shirt.

He hisses as my nails scrape down his chest.

“Savannah,” he says my name with a growl of warning this time.

“Yes. Daddy?” I taunt playfully, cocking my head to the side.

My eyes widen, and I let out a gasp of surprise when his hand wraps around my throat. He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear. “Be a good girl like I told you to be, and Daddy will reward you later.” He brushes his thumb against my already sensitive clit, and I’m a goner.

My eyes roll back and I’m cumming, moaning his name as a small orgasm crashes into me, making me dig my nails into his chest.

“Fucking hell,” Leroy says in awe.

I’m about to beg him to fuck me again because I need more or I think I might die—dramatic much—but in this moment it feels like the truth.

And then... my phone rings. It’s the alarm I set earlier.

My eyes snap open, and I reach for it on the counter next to us.

“Who is it?” Leroy asks.

“No one. It’s an alarm. Come on, we need to get going or we’re going to be late.”

“Late for what?” he asks as he pulls back.

We both look down and groan as we watch his cum and my slick drip from my used cunt. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I say.

“Seeing my cum dripping from this pussy drives me fucking mad,” he groans, rubbing his fingers through the mess we made before pushing it back inside me. I gasp, my fingers gripping the counter.

“Fuck,” Leroy groans, stroking his cock. “Looks like I don’t need that recovery time, after all. Get on your feet, Little Monster, and bend over that counter.”

“As much as I want to say yes—and really, it makes me want to cry that I can’t—we don’t have time,” I say, hopping off the counter and grabbing my panties and shorts off the floor.

“Wait, what?” Leroy asks in disbelief. “I thought you wanted more? My cock is hard and everything.”

Leaning over, I press a kiss to the tip of his leaking shaft. “If you're a good boy and have patience, I’ll reward you when we get home,” I whisper to his cock before looking up at Leroy with a smirk, throwing his own words back at him.

“You are such a fucking brat,” he grumbles.

“I know,” I say cheerfully. “Now, put that weapon of mass destruction away and let’s go before we’re late.”

He chuckles, shaking his head but puts his dick away.

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