Page 86 of Peaches

His voice trails off and I see the sadness in his eyes. “I don’t believe that,” I insist. “If you talk to Marie maybe…”

“I have. The night we came here. That’s what I was coming to tell you. To call this arrangement off,” I flinch at his words as they hit a spot inside I didn’t know could hurt and he instantly pulls me in a little tighter. “Not callusoff, Peaches. Just the fake bullshit. To confront it, confront us. See if we had a future, outside the make-believe world we created.”

Nerves put at ease, I rock forward, and he groans as my slick heat rubs up and down his hard shaft. “Do you feel like we have a future, Brettly?” I tease.

His grip on my waist tightens as he looks at me sternly and says, “Grace, if you don’t stop rocking your sinful hips, I’ll claim your future so fast you won’t even have time to scream my name!”

I giggle as I rock forward again and see his restraint almost break.

I love him like this. On the edge for me. Hell, I love him any way I can get him, and I’ll take him every way I can!

I’ll take him in the bed.

Up against the wall.

On the kitchen counter.

My mind starts to imagine all the places Ihaven’ttaken him yet, instead of the ones I have, as he tenderly grabs ahold of my face and forces me to forget about sex for a minute and focus.

“Grace,” he whispers, “Peaches,” he says a moment later a little more carefully. “I think I understand now what my mother said she wanted for me.” I still my movements as my throat goes dry and I deeply stare into his eyes. “What Grams, Pops, my shitty father, were trying to force with that contract.” I hold my breath as I focus nowhere else but his eyes, my heart swelling in my chest. “Happiness, Grace. Thesweetspot in life. You, Peaches. You’re my happiness. You take away all the troubles, all the worries, the anxiety. You make mecarefree. You makelifecarefree. I don’t think I can take another breath in life without you by my side. That’s the only future I ever want to know. That’s the only future I see, and I’d walk away from any contract, ever, no matter what it cost, to always be the man that stands by your side.”

I let out a slight sigh, intent on telling him I feel the same, but the devil in Brettly Beckett doesn’t let me respond as mischief hangs in his eyes and he starts to lower me backward against the bed.

“Now,” he smiles, “I’ve finally found thesweetspot,” he says, as he spreads my legs and looks down at my needy sex. “I’ve tasted thesweetspot,” he whispers, as his eyes raise and he smirks, God that sexy fucking smirk, right as his head lowers and he licks up my center. I purr in absolute ecstasy as his tongue glides up my seam once again before he slowly starts to raise up my body, planting little kisses as he goes. “I’ve made love toyoursweet spot,” he groans, as his eyes meet mine and I feel the tip of his length at my entrance. “Promise me, Grace, that I can keep the sweet spot in my life, and never let it go. That’s all I’ll ever want, Grace.”

I have two choices here. I can tell him what he wants, but where is the fun in that. Or, I can use my typical sass to push him to take me places I never knew I wanted to go.

I vote for the later.

“I already told you I…”

But my words are cut off as he thrusts forward, and I bite down on my bottom lip as he fills me completely. Fuck, that feels good, too good, as my hips rotate, and I moan from the way my body feels more than satisfied with him pressed deeply inside me.

“Promise me, Grace,” he taunts with mirth in his eyes. I try and move my hips again, but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head before pushing his hips down hard and pinning me roughly against the mattress. “Promise me, Grace,” he smiles in a whisper, as I wiggle and attempt to build pressure where I need it most, but his strong grip is unrelenting.

“Don’t make me punish you, Peaches. Lord knows I’d take great fucking pleasure in it.”

My eyes widen as I look up at him and my center throbs at the threat, my body dangerously needing him to make good on it.

“And what if I prefer punishment,” I tease, earning me a raise of his eyebrows as he considers me a second, curious if I really mean it. A moment passes between us. A playful, addictive moment, that promises a new kind of high we’re both craving.

“Fuck me, you really are too good to be true, aren’t you Peaches,” he whispers finally, as he pulls away and leaves me momentarily stunned by his words.

He pulls out of my heat and quickly tosses me over on my belly. I go to move, the sudden change stirring up a slight anxiety in me, even though I wanted it moments before, but he forces his hand down on the back of my neck and holds me still.

“Raise your hips,” he demands.

But I’m still a little too stunned to do immediately as he says. Something I quickly learn is punishable, and I take every great bit ofself-gratifyingdelight in it as he…Slap!

Fuck, yes please!

I moan in pleasure just before he smacks my ass again and quickly raise my hips just as he asked needing more.

“Good girl,” he hisses, as his fingers quickly dive into my sex and he pulls my wetness back to coat my ass.

I gasp out surprised because as much as I’ve thought of being touched this way, it has never, ever, happened before. He runs his fingers back to my sex and quickly gathers more of my wetness and runs it back to my tight hole once more. I wiggle against the sheets, not sure I should be feeling as much pleasure as I am, but he keeps me strongly held captive, as his grip on the back of my neck tightens.

I never knew how much not being in control could be the sexiest feeling in the world - until now!

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