Page 51 of Payback
I’M WOKEN THIS MORNING BYsomething hot and wet on my cock, and the surprising sensation sends me flying to the head of the bed.
“What?” Allie exclaims breathily, throwing back the covers to reveal herself crouched on her knees at the foot of the bed and looking like she just had my cock in her mouth because she damn well did.
“Jesus Christ! Warn a guy, why don’t you,” I state, looking down at my wet, bare dick sticking out of my boxers. It looks veined and really pissed-off at me for waking up and ruining all the fun.
She sits up, looking adorable in her Cubs shirt and messy sleep hair. “If I told you first, you’d probably accuse me of still being drunk.”
Her smart mouth brings a smirk to my face as I lunge across the bed at her. She yelps and tries to squirm out of my hold, but I overpower her and bind my arms around her waist. I turn us and splay her out on the bed so I’m on top of her, right between her soft legs.
“I don’t remember you being such a brat when we met,” I huff, my hands wrapping around her wrists and pinning them to the bed.
She unsuccessfully fights my hold, trying to hide the sexy smile on her face as she replies, “I don’t remember you being such a prude!”
I growl and dip my head to bite her nipple over top of her shirt. She squeals in protest, but her legs find their way around my hips and she pulls me into her warmth.
I release her breast and press my cock against her pussy. “Can you stop pouting long enough for me to fuck you?”
“I don’t know,” she volleys back, her brows lifting in challenge. “Can you stop making up ridiculous excuses for why you can’t fuck me?”
“That mouth of yours needs to be fucked, too, I think.”
“Promises, promises.” She giggles as soon as the words tumble out of her mouth. It’s so cute, I think I want to fucking marry her.
With a huge smile, I dip my head down to hers and press our lips together to taste the sweet sounds coming from her mouth. The kiss heats up fast, so I release her wrists in favour of touching her body. I move my hands up the outsides of her thighs that are grinding all around me. She skates her hands down my back, pausing to grab my ass and pull me in tight against her centre.
Christ, she feels good. And I haven’t even been inside her yet.
My hand slides between our groins and under her panties. When my fingertips brush over her folds, I find exactly what I hoped to find.
“Fucking soaked, mooi. Is this from last night or this morning?”
She moans against my lips. “Probably both.”
“Goddamn right,” I reply, taking her mouth hard while plunging my middle finger deep inside of her.
Jesus Christ. So wet. So ready. So tight and soft and, fuck, I need to be inside of her. My cock is a rigid stone of granite as it pushes against my boxers, practically rooting for her hole like an animal in heat.
I break our kiss and murmur against her lips, “Next time you want to blow me, make sure I’m awake to watch.”
Allie moves her hands down to my dick, grabbing it firmly in her fist. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
I bite my lip and mourn the thought of leaving her soft body long enough to go get a condom. But I am a fucking adult and leave I must. Pushing myself off the bed, I stride over to my jeans and fumble for the condom in my wallet. When I turn around, I smile because Allie has ditched her shirt and broekies and is lying on the bed naked like a damn dirty magazine model.
“What? No striptease like last time?” I ask, my mouth tilting up in a half-smile as I admire her luscious curves. “I jerked off to the image of you slipping out of that wet dress for fucking months, mooi.”
An odd look flickers across her face, but she shakes it off and replies, “I tried to give you a striptease last night, but you were too busy rejecting me.”
I laugh at her bullshit response. But instead of arguing with her, I grab the waistband of my boxers and slide them off. My cock springs out, long, thick, and proud. I roll the condom over the head and notice the hungry look in Allie’s eyes as she watches the entire process in great fascination.
I crawl over top of her on the mattress, holding myself a foot above her face. “Preferring sober consent is not me rejecting you. And trust me when I tell you that I will make up for lost time right fucking now.”
My head dips low and I bite her nipple like a savage, growling against her skin. She gasps from the onslaught, and it’s an incredibly sexy sound that makes the condom feel really fucking tight. I move over to pay lavish attention to the other hardened nub, and she lifts her pelvis up to feel my wrapped cock against her tender flesh.
When my tip slides along her clit, we both still and our eyes lock.
“You ready to feel me, mooi?” I ask, dropping a soft kiss on her lips.
“Yes,” she breathes, tightening her legs around my hips.
