Page 96 of Game Change

“You have time to have kids, Honeybee.” She can have as many with me as she wants, but I won’t bring that up yet. “And you wanted to get something back that belonged to you. You did the right thing. I can talk to him.”

“Or I can shove one of my stilettos in his eye.”

“Nope. I don’t want you to get arrested.”

“And guess what? His mother had the nerve to say I can let him move in here with me.” She lets out a loud laugh. “I asked her why he can’t live with her since that’s her son.”

“What did she say?”

“She said she let him come back after he spent the night at the shelter, but she doesn’t want him around there because he doesn’t get along with her new boyfriend. I just hung up on her after that and blocked her number.” She rolls over and lands on top of me. “Enough about that. I did promise to eat pie off you.” She kisses the side of my neck before she bites my earlobe. “Get undressed.” She rolls off me, and I groan at the loss of her body heat.

She stands and slowly unbuttons her shirt, takes it off, and removes her bra. My mouth waters at the site of those perfect, brown nipples. She does some uncoordinated swinging of her hips while she pulls her pants and underwear off, then spins around with nothing on but her socks, and I whistle at the vision of her perfect body.

She leaves the room, giggling the entire time. While she’s gone, I remove my clothes and wait for her on her bed. She returns moments later with a plate and a can of whipped cream. She waves the can in front of me. My dick is already hard by the time she straddles me. She leans down and takes me in a deep kiss. I slide my hand over the back of her head and hold her in place to devour her.

“God, you feel good,” I say against her mouth.

She pulls away, and I groan in protest but stop as she puts small pieces of warm pie from my collarbone to my naval.

When she’s done, she squirts whipped cream on each piece. I snatch the can, put some cream on my index finger, and put it in her mouth. She sucks it hungrily and moans.

“How about you put some of that on my dick and suck it off?”

“Patience, Kincaid.” She kisses the side of my body, and when she gets to my ribcage, I move to the left, and the dessert almost falls off. “Don’t mess with my work.” She kisses me again while making sure her body doesn’t fall into my chest. She breaks the kiss and puts a piece of pie between her teeth. She hovers over me, offering it to me. I lift my head and snatch it from between her teeth. That movement makes her lose her balance and fall on me.

“Dammit, Kincaid,” she says. I flip us over and end up on top. There’s pie and whipped cream all over us, and some of it covers one of her nipples. I do what I’ve been wanting to do since she took off her clothes and attack that nipple. I suck on it so hard, she groans.

After sucking it clean, I lick the rest of the whipped cream off her chest and stomach. She grabs a piece of pie off my body and puts it in my mouth.

“On your knees,” I order, and she complies. I get behind her and slap her firm ass cheek. She hisses, and I slap the other side. “I love when you bend over for me.” I slide a finger inside of her, and she’s soaked. Unable to wait for another moment, I slide my dick through her pussy before shoving it inside.

“Oh, God, yes!” she practically screams.

“Shh,” I say, knowing how embarrassed she gets at the thought of her neighbors hearing her screams. “Those sounds are only for me.” I grab her hips, pull almost completely out, and slam into her again. I slow my thrusts but continue to go deep. She puts her face in a pillow, but that’s not enough to muffle her sounds.

I rub her clit, put those fingers in my mouth and relish her taste before grabbing her hips so tight I know she’ll have handprints in the morning, but I don’t care. She’s mine, and I’m hers, and we have no qualms marking the other.

I pull out, and she moans in frustration. “Get on your back.” She complies. I pick up the can of whipped cream from the floor and spread her legs apart. I squeeze some on her pussy.

“Cold,” she moans in protest, but not for long. I put my warm mouth on her pussy and suck the cream into my mouth. Once it’s all gone, I tease her clit with my tongue, bringing her to the edge without allowing her to tip over.

Once I get my fill of her, I slide back in, and her head rolls into the pillow. She moans, and I put my hand on her neck while I give her the long, deep, and slow strokes I know she can never get enough of. I also know she likes just a little pressure on her neck, so I give her what she wants. Her eyes fly open, and we lock gazes. She licks her lips, and I bend down to suck that fat bottom lip into my mouth.

“You taste so good,” I moan before adding more pressure. She grinds underneath me, matching me thrust for thrust. “Yeah, give me that pussy, Honeybee.”

She comes suddenly and almost violently. I let go of her throat, and she calls my name.

“Mmhmm.” I let out one last grunt before I come inside of her.

She slides her fingers through my hair and strokes my scalp, and I collapse on top of her.

“We’re a sticky, nasty mess,” she says against my temple.

After showering and changing the bedding, we climb back in with the rest of the pie. Instead of the whipped cream, there’s a scoop of ice cream, and we pass the spoon back and forth between us.

“So, I’m excited about our vacation,” she says with her mouth full. “You should see all the online shopping I’ve already done, and I have a list of things I want to see and a few restaurants I want to try. You never told me about what you want to do.”

“I want to be with you. Don’t care what we do or where we go.”

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