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I took that as a major win, because you know, C’s get degrees. And I’m not talking about my tits.
His eyes are locked on mine again as he takes a sip of whiskey and contemplates what he wants to say next. “This might be very forward of me, Peyton, but I have to ask. Are you seeing anyone? I would love to get your number and take you out sometime. You know,” he pauses and lets out a soft laugh, “and actually buy you a drink.”
He whispers, “I need you.”
“From the moment you walked in tonight,” I say as she melts further into me the second my lips touch the pounding pulse on her neck, and I start trailing kisses from her ear to her collar bone. “I’ve had a raging hard on, picturing what’s underneath this dress of yours and wondering how you feel.” She lets out the faintest moan and I swear if I wasn’t paying attention to every little thing she’s doing, I would have missed it.
Removing my hand from her waist, I continue peppering her with kisses, while I slowly bunch up her dress to slip my hands between her thighs. “Thomas,” she moans, as her hands find my shoulders. “Tell me, Sunshine,” I whisper between kisses. My hand skimming her upper thigh. “If I slip my hands between your pretty little legs, are you going to be wet for me?” Without hesitation, she says, “God, yes.”
“That’s it,” I say into the nape of her neck. “Ride my hand. Take what you need from me.” “Thomas,” she moans into my ear. I let out a growl as I move my finger from her clit to dip inside of her and I can already tell how tight she is. She has the softest pussy I have ever felt in my life. I continue working my finger in and out of her, her body wiggles around me, telling me she wants more. “More,” she whispers,
“Do you like this, Peyton? Do you like the feel of me playing with your tight little pussy while we are out here in the open where anyone can see us?” I whisper into her ear.
“Let go, Peyton. Let me feel you go over the edge.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I can feel that she’s there. “That’s it, Sunshine. I can feel your pussy pulsing around my fingers.” “Thomas. Thomas,” she screams as her orgasm courses through her body, and I feel her cum soak my fingers and drip down my wrist.
I focus my eyes on her bright blue eyes with fluttering lashes as she stares back at me, catching her breath. She watches as my fingers soaked with her cum dive into my mouth, sucking her arousal off of them.
She pauses slowly and turns over her shoulder to tell me, “Oh and Thomas?” My gaze meets hers. “I’ll go home with you tonight.” With one small smirk on her lips and a wink, she turns and walks toward the restroom.
“No Pey, a D-A-D-D-Y. Daddies are fucking hot, girl. And from the sounds of it, he’s a single fucking daddy. You know that’s my favorite trope in your collection of smut!”
“Sunshine,” I whisper. “Look at me.” She opens her eyes to look directly into mine. “I-it’s you,” she whispers. She has the same effect on me that she had five years ago, lighting a fire in my soul with just one look. “It’s you,” I whisper back.
“I would need you to move into the spare room of my penthouse.” I watch as she sucks in a breath, not expecting to hear that.
“Are you going to let daddy bang you into next week, as well?” Avery questions. “I’m not going to actively pursue him, Avery. But I’m also not going to stop anything if he decides to pursue something down the road.” “That’s my fucking girl,” she screams.
“That explains it.” I nod. “That explains what?” She tilts her head, questioning me. “Why I couldn’t find you again.” “Y-you looked for me?” She gasps. “Every day for almost a year, Peyton.” I didn’t want to admit this to her right now,
I interrupt her thoughts, moving over her small frame, putting my finger delicately under her chin to guide her gaze up to look me in the eyes. “You’re worth it, Sunshine.”
The second thing I learned was that Thomas can hide no emotions from his face. What do I mean by that? The look on his face when he barged in on me in the bathtub is a look that made me thankful that I was sitting in a bathtub full of water and bubbles to hide the fact that my hands were deep in my own pussy getting off to the thought of him.
Gray. Fucking. Sweatpants. Do guys not understand what gray sweatpants do to women? This man is standing here with not only forearm porn but gray fucking sweatpants. I am so fucked.
“Peyton.” I lean in to whisper in her ear, and feel a shiver run through her body. “I need you to walk away before I do something I’m going to regret.”
“You thought I wanted to kiss you, Sunshine?” I ask, as my lips hover dangerously close to hers. “Yes,” she breathes out. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you walked back into my life that day in the park,” I admit, without missing a beat. Her mouth falls open as she asks, “Y-you what?” “You consume my thoughts, and I can’t think about anything else but my lips on yours.” “So kiss me,” she blurts out. “Say it again,” I inch closer, my lips grazing hers. “Kiss me, Thomas.”
“Right back at ya, Mr. Ford.” “Oh, are we playing that game?” I grin, “Tell me Ms. Kelly, if I dip my hand into these sexy little silk shorts, am I going to find your pussy soaked for my cock?” “Yes,” she moans.
“Peyton,” I hiss. “Eyes on me. I want your eyes on me while I make you come.”
“Do you know how long I have thought this? How long I have wanted to know what you taste like?” I cut her off with a smirk as I lower my head between her open legs. I tap on her leg, letting her know I want her to spread them wider. “And right now, I’m starving.”
“Oh God,” she screams out. “That feels so good.” “God is not the one worshiping this pussy right now.”
“Come, Peyton. Come on my fucking tongue. I want to taste every last drop.”
Then she does what I least expect, and her hand finds the hem of my pants and she begins to unbutton them. “My turn,” she giggles,
“We can’t do this,” I whisper against his lips. “The way your body reacts to mine tells me another story, Sunshine,” he whispers back, lightly stroking my cheek bone with his thumb.
“I want to show you how much I did not regret last night, Mr. Ford.”
“Peyton,” he moans in a low breath as his eyes close. “I need you to take your time. I don’t want to come before that hot little mouth is on me.”
“Good girl,” he praises. I move my gaze upward and notice his bottom lip in his mouth as he bites down on it. “Good fucking girl,” he growls. “You take my cock so well, Sunshine.”
“Don’t you dare make yourself come,” he warns me. My hands leave my clit with a groan in frustration. I need to come. “That’s my job.”
“The only thing I want you to scream is my name when I make you come in seven minutes.”
“What do you want, Peyton?” “I want you to fuck me.”
“You want me to tell you about the fantasies I have of you when I’m fucking my fist at night?” His hand gently glides down my arm, barely touching as it travels down to my wrist and back up my arm. “You want me to tell you all the ways I have made you come in those fantasies?”
“I want this. I want you,” he pauses, and his eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “I have wanted you like this for so long. You naked and spread out for me. My lips kissing every part of your body. My hands learning your every curve. My cock stretching your tight pussy,” he pauses to plant a quick kiss to the corner of my lips. “But I want to take my fucking time with you, Sunshine.”
“Touch yourself, baby. Rub your pretty pussy for me while I fuck your face.”
“Let it out, baby.” He bucks his hips harder and faster, pounding into me. My body stills on top of him and I’m unable to move in any direction. “Scream for me.” He fucks me hard and possessively with each thrust of his hips. “Let the whole city hear who this pussy fucking belongs to.” “Fuck,” I scream out. “Oh my God, Thomas!” “This.” Thrust. “Pussy.” Thrust. “Is.” Thrust. “Mine.” “It’s yours,” I scream as my orgasm crashes hard and fast. “It’s fucking yours,” I moan as I fall on top of him letting it run through my body. Holy fuck.
“Now fuck me, Thomas. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
“Can you stay here tonight?”
“As much as I want to take you right here and right now, Peyton,” I whisper in her neck. “James is going to be down any minute.” “You’re the one who put me up on this counter, Mr. Ford,” she says with a smirk. “Are you talking back to me, Peyton?” I raise an eyebrow at her. She gasps and her hand finds her chest. “Who me? No, I would never do such a thing.” “You’re lucky James is going to be here any second,” I growl. “Or I would take you over my knee right here, right now.” “Ohh, that sounds interesting.” She smiles
“Baby,” I whisper. “There’s nothing to be nervous about with me. Don’t you understand by now, that every fucking thing you do turns me on.” “It does?” she asks nervously. “Yes.” I grin. “Now touch yourself. Play with your pretty pussy for me.”
“Remember what I said,” she continues, pointing her finger at me as if she’s scolding me. “You deserve to be happy, Peyton. Follow your heart. Lean into what makes you feel good and take the risks, even if it’s scary. Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe, it will be the greatest adventure.” I fight back the tears at her wise words and give her a tight nod. “Your heart is the most beautiful thing about you, Peyton. Let him see that and the rest will work out on its own.”
“Are you okay, buddy?” I ask him as I return my gaze back to his. He pauses for a moment, wiping a tear before it drips down his cheek. “I love you, Pey.” My fucking heart.
“Why are you crying, buddy?” “I’m scared,” he says. “You can talk to me, James.” “I don’t want you to leave,” he admits, as more tears form in his eyes. “I—” I pause to gather my words. “James, who said I was going anywhere? I’m not going anywhere, buddy.” “My mom,” he says through sniffles. “She left.” “Oh James,” I sigh as I pull him into my embrace for a hug.
“Thank you, Mr. Ford.” He smiles. “I don’t mean to overstep with what I am about to say, but if those beautiful roses are for who I think they are for, she truly deserves them. And if those flowers mean what I hope they mean, then I am so happy for you and James. James loves her so much. I can tell from their brief visits down here.” He pauses for a moment. “Don’t let her go, sir.”
I walk to the nightstand and pull out a condom when I hear her whisper, “Leave it.” It was so quiet, I almost missed it. My head snaps in her direction. “What?” “I’m on the pill and I’m clean, Thomas. I haven’t been with anyone in longer than I care to admit,” she says with a small smile. Fuck. Is this for real? The thought of feeling her with nothing between us for the first time has my cock standing higher in salute. At the same time, it’s hard for me to fully trust anyone after what happened with my last one-night stand. But Peyton is nothing like Sheila. “Are you sure, Peyton?” I ask. “I—”
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“The next time you come, it will be with my cock buried deep inside of you while you’re screaming my name.”
“Holy hell,” she moans into the sheets, and she begins to press her hips into me with my cock deep inside of her. “I never knew it could feel this good.” “You’ve never been fucked raw before?” I ask her. “No,” she shakes her head. “Good,” I smirk. “Because I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.”
“I want you screaming my name when you come all over my cock.” “Come with me, Thomas.”
“You’re mine, Peyton,” I groan. Moving my body to hover over her so my mouth is closer to her ear. “You’re fucking mine.” “I’m coming,” she begins to scream. “Yes, you are,” I say into her neck. “Your pussy is milking my cock, baby. You are squeezing me so tight.” I continue bucking my hips harder until my own release crashes over me. “Peyton. I’m coming.” “Yes,” she screams as I fill her with my cum. “Yes, Thomas! Fuck.”
