Page 47 of Keeping Promises

I adjust myself on the bed and take in the view in front of me. Hadley’s blonde hair fanned out on her pillow and her chest flushed. I know soon her cheeks will be stained with my favorite shade of pink. The only way this view could be better if she was naked.

I grab the bottom of her top and tug it upward, her breasts spilling out of the sorry excuse for a bra. I toss her top to the side, uncaring as to where it lands. The flush on her cheek trails down between her breasts.

I loop my fingers in the top of her leggings and drag them down her body. I am so close to her pussy as I remove her pants that I can smell her arousal. My mouth waters at her sweet scent. I drop the pants to the ground, and the only thing standing between me and the pure happiness is a scrap of fabric.

“Asher,” she whines again.

“Patience, baby.” I dip down and run my nose against the fabric of her panties, my skin becoming damp as it brushes against her pussy.

I run my tongue along the same path over her panties, and Hadley rolls her hips into my face.I know exactly what she needs.I quickly discard her panties, her wet pussy on display like a five-star meal, and me, a man on death row, ready for my last meal.

I slowly drag my tongue over her slit, savoring the wetness as I glide over her lips. Hadley gets more and more impatient with each swipe of my tongue, making the sexiest little noises. When I wrap my lips around her clit and begin to suck at the same time, I slip two fingers inside her. She bucks faster against my face, searching for that orgasm. She doesn’t have to search long for it because when my teeth graze over her little bundle of nerves the same time I increase my speed, plunging my fingers in and out of her, she sets off.

“Oh fuck—” she starts to say before grabbing a pillow over her face to attempt to silence her screams. It’s only us in the apartment, so I’m not sure who she’s trying to hide from, but the muffled screams are sexy as fuck, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

“That’s one,” I say, pulling my fingers from her. I reach behind me with one arm and pull my shirt over my head.

“Why is that move so fucking sexy,” Hadley asks, but I don’t think she’s asking for an answer.

I shed my pants and boxers in record time and stand at the edge of the bed, stroking my cock.

Hadley’s blue eyes darken to a night sky as she watches my every move. She begins to push herself up, but I hold up my hand and stop her. As much as I cannot wait to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I need to first come inside her pussy. “Roll over to your side, baby.” I nod my head for her to scoot over for me.

I take my place behind her. I read somewhere online sexual positions that were best for pregnancy—you know, just in case. And it helped in my mind every time I jerked off to thoughts of fucking her again.

“Are you comfortable?” I ask, and I barely recognize my voice. It’s heady and lust-filled and sounds straight out of a porno.

She nods, and that’s all the approval I need. I run the tip of my cock over her pussy, coating myself in her wetness before I slip inside.

I grip her hip tightly as her pussy grips my cock.

Once I’m fully seated inside her, my breathing becomes labored. I need to hold off my orgasm before she comes again.

I begin to move inside her—in and out—Hadley meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Asher,” she begins.

“Yeah, baby.”

“I need you to fuck me—hard.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I adjust myself and reach up, cupping one of her breasts and toying with her sensitive nipples with my thumb. I drape kisses along her collarbone when she gives me better access by pressing her face into the pillow.

A familiar tingle shoots up my spine as I continue to quicken my pace, fucking her relentlessly. Hadley places one palm against the headboard to hold herself in place.Oh fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.

My balls tighten, and my cock swells inside her as she cries out from her orgasm, setting mine off as well. I bury my face into her neck as I empty inside her, her pussy coaxing every drop of out my dick.

Our heavy breaths are the only sounds to fill the room.

A light sheen of sweat covers our bodies, and while we should get up and shower, I don’t move other than backing up just enough to slip out of her.

Hadley shifts on the bed, rolling over to face me, and tucks herself under my chin. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her as close to me as I possibly can. Her bump presses against my side, and I place my free hand on top of it. Usually, this is where I get the hell out of Dodge, but it’s the complete opposite now. I hate the idea of separating us.

Our breathing evens out, in sync with the rising and falling of our chests.

“And why is it that we haven’t been doing that all along?” I ask when words are finally able to form in my brain.

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