Page 66 of Breakout
Within minutes, we are at her dorm.
“Do you still want me to come up?” I ask.
She blinks, looking at me, surprised. “Why wouldn’tI?”
“If this isn’t…”
Her fingers press to my lips. “If I can’t say it, then neither can you.”
I nod, getting out of the car, going around to help her out. I follow her up to the front door, my eyes on my name peeking from beneath her hair as she walks. I grab her hips as she unlocks the door, following her to the stairs. It doesn’t take long for us to make it to her room. Once inside, I shut the door, then lean back against it.
“Peyton.”
She turns, looking at me. I don’t know what she sees in my eyes, but her mouth falls open in surprise. Stalking toward her, I grab her hips, falling to my knees.
“Beck, this is your night. I should do something for you.”
“This is doing something for me. A whole fucking lot of something.”
Unbuttoning her pants quickly, I pull them down along with her underwear, leaving her in nothing but my jersey. Then I help her step out of them, pushing her back until she falls onto her bed.
Spreading her legs, I press kisses up them until I reach her center. Then I lick and suck her clit until she’s arching off the bed.
I’ve taken months to learn her body. Sometimes I play with her nice and slow, bringing her to the edge over and over.
Not tonight.
I thrust three fingers into her over and over as I play with her clit with my tongue. When she finally comes, I keep pleasuring her through it until her body is like jelly.
Then I climb up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I need something from you tonight,” I tell her.
She looks up at me, a smile on her face as her eyes are glassy.
“Whatever you need, it’s yours.”
“I need you to be my wife. For real. Can you do that?”
She nods.
“Good girl. Now flip over.”
She does as I ask, my hands gliding over her curves as she does. When she settles on her knees, her ass in the air, I know I’m not going to last long.
I’ve fucked her many times, but seeing those letters on her back has me hyped up.
Grabbing a condom, I slip it on before slowly entering her. She moans out, burying her face into the pillow.
“That’s right. Your husband’s going to fuck you good and well. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Hayes?”
“God, yes. Please.”
“You going to be my good girl?” I ask.
“Always. Please.”
She thrusts back against me, taking my cock deeper into her pussy as she clenches against me.
She’s going to be the death of me, I swear.
