Lifting my hand, I swipe my finger over her bottom lip.
“I would, darling… if you behaved.”
She locks eyes with me and reaches out as if she is going to cuddle me but grips my ass and jerks me toward her, then rocks her hips simultaneously.
Clever girl.
“I want you. And if you don’t fuck me, I’ll find a way to fuck myself.”
“No, that can’t happen. I want to fuck you. I need to get you back in my system. It’s been too long without you.”
“So shut up and fuck me then.”
And I do just that.
Leaning back, I smile before I grip her hips and take control. Rocking back and forth, she sits on the table’s edge, taking me as if she was made only for me.
Just as she is about to come, she reaches for me and pulls herself up my body, so she’s not resting on the table. I’m holding her up by her ass as she starts grinding down on me.
She leans into my ear and whispers, “If you can make me see stars, I’ll marry you tomorrow.”
Ha. That’s a promise she better keep.
Walking her over to the bed, I throw her on it. She laughs as she bounces, and then I climb onto the bed to hover over her.
“You’ll see the fucking moon when I’m done with you.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispers, grinning up at me. “What else are you going to promise?”
“I promise to love you and look after you until my dying breath,” I tell her as I position myself at her entrance. Smiling, I push into heaven. “I promise to make you come as much as humanly possible.”
“Mmm…” She moans, her eyes closing for a second.
“I promise to eat your beautiful pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And dessert.”
“I like the sound of that one.”
“I know how much you like your cunt licked,” I tell her, and she lifts to kiss me. I take my time, slowly pushing in and out. “Then follow it up with my cock having his best day inside you.”
“The best,” she says, smiling, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Fucking amazing,” I whisper.
Then I make her see stars…
… and the moon.
THIRTY-FIVE
ADORA
I wake feeling… happy.
Joey stayed, even after we fucked into the early morning hours, then passed out. Turning over, I look for him, but he’s no longer in my room, and his clothes aren’t on the floor.
Getting up, I find a T-shirt and slide it on as my bedroom door opens, and Joey walks in, holding a coffee in his hand. He eyes me, and it’s then I realize I slid on one of his old shirts I kept.
“Jerome is awake,” he tells me. “Made him breakfast, and he is sitting down watching a movie. He lovesShrekright now.”