Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Woman, are you trying to give me a heart attack at a young age?” She’s wearing some kind of pajama set, and while it shouldn’t look like much, the way the black fabric is draped on her, the top showing off the slopes and curves of her breasts, the bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination, I’m not even sure there’s an inseam, but boy do they accentuate her legs. It’s enough to have me marching my ass to Peyton and almost second-guessing this idea.
“Chance.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, those blue eyes staring up at me with so much hope and desire. I know she’ll be getting what we both want.
“My woman needs me, doesn’t she?” My hand grips her hip. I’m kicking my own ass for not discarding my glass of whiskey because I could be consuming her this very instant.
“So much.” Peyton lifts up on her toes, going to my lips, and I meet her, wanting to taste her again and again.
“Come on.” I pull back, reluctantly at that. My hand moves to take hers, pulling her to where I’m about to finally sink my cock inside her. I place my glass on the table, abandoning it, then I put Peyton in front of me at the railing. Her ass already arching into my cock.
My hands go around her front, gliding them up and under her sexy-as-fuck top, cupping the undersides of her breasts before my thumbs rasp along her taut nipples.
“Chance,” she moans. That ass of hers grinds against me, her head tipped back on my shoulder.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask, not really needing the answer.
“More, please.”
“We do this here, you gonna be quiet?” I already know that’s not possible, which is why the fireworks will be there to drown out her moans.
“I can’t make any promises.” My hand moves to the middle of her chest, until my hand wraps around her neck, lightly, taking her mind off my other hand traveling downwards to her smooth pussy. Fuck, do I love these pajamas for giving me easy access to Peyton.
“I know, but it’ll be fun trying to keep you quiet.” Her hand moves behind me, unzipping my already unbuttoned jeans. This time, it’s me who has my breath taken away. “Fuck,” I hiss as she wraps her fist around my cock.
“Please don’t keep me waiting, not tonight,” Peyton pleads. She’s not wrong, and I’m tired of holding back myself. She takes her hand off my cock, pushes her bottoms down, while I step out of my jeans, and then we’re both fighting to take her top off. When Peyton goes to turn around to face me, I stop her. “Not this time. I want you bent over the railing, body on display for anyone to look up and see.” The small glow of the lamp in the living room allows me to see her eyes heat with desire, and then my woman, fuck, she turns around, holds on to the railing, and bends over, legs spread apart, giving me the room to sink inside her.
My eyes feast on her. Peyton gives me everything—her heart, her body, and her soul. I move closer, getting down on my knees for her, wanting to have a taste of her cunt. My tongue flicks out at her clit, knowing she likes how I work it for her, then I push it inside her, like my cock is about to do.
“Stop teasing me.” This time, I’ll do as she asks.
“You need my cock, Peyton? You want me in there now? Hard and fast or sweet and slow?” I stand up, aligning my body with hers, my cock pushing through her wetness.
“Hard and fast. We’ve had slow all week.” The head of my cock is at her opening, and Peyton goes after what she clearly wants, slamming her body backwards as I thrust forward.
“Fuck, do not move! Swear to God, if you do, I won’t last.” Peyton doesn’t move, not her body at least, but the tightening of her cunt, that is an entirely different story.
“I don’t care if you come. We have all night,” she grouses. I slowly move my hips, not prepared for the grip she keeps on my cock.
“Then you better use your fingers, because this really won’t last long,” I groan, but I’m not going to allow her that. Instead, I lift her up, my hands cupping her breasts, pulling her back so we’re both standing while I piston in and out of her pussy. One of my hands trails down to her bare pussy, tapping her clit before strumming my fingers against it.
“God!” Peyton mutters right as the first fireworks goes off in the sky, their flames allowing me even more light to see our bodies together, both of us slick with sweat, her tits bouncing even with one arm banded around them. She moves her arms around my neck, causing me to stutter in my motions, but when she tips her head towards me, those eyes capturing mine, I quicken my pace, knowing that neither of us will last long at the rate we’re going.