“I can’t keep any secrets from you.”
“No,” she says looking at me from underneath her lashes. “But I think you can keep a secret for me.”
“What kind of secret?”
“Thenaughtykind.”
We leave the parade early, rushing back to our room at theLast Hope Inn.Jodi barges through the door, grinning as she drags me into the room after her. The door shuts behind us, cutting off the cold air and the distant cheering from the parade. The room is warm and softly lit, the glow from the lamps reflecting off the snow piled high on the windowsill.
“You gonna be good for me?” I ask, pinning her to the door.
She shakes her head, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip.
“Perfect.”
My kiss isn’t gentle and neither are my hands. They grip her waist roughly thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her belly.
“I only fuck good girls.”
Her gasp makes my smile sharper.
“That’s right,” I whisper, lifting her up until she can wrap her legs around my hips. The warm soft weight of her thighs squeezes my sides until I’m on the edge of coming in my jeans. “You gotta earn my cock.”
“Please, Reid.”
She begs me so prettily. Shame it’s futile.
“No,” I whisper not even trying to hide my delight.
She grinds her pussy against my cock, the thick layers of denim separating our skin doing nothing to mask the damp heat emanating from her core.
“Admirable, but no.”
Her coat and her shirt hit the floor leaving her in only a green bra that has a tiny bow between her tits. Bouncy supple flesh tempts me, but I’m not giving in that easy.
“I need it,” she pleads.
“This is not good behavior.”
She kisses me, teeth nipping at my lips and it almost breaks my resolve.
“Naughty, naughty,” I groan on a ragged breath.
Her hands strip me from the waist up with ruthless efficiency. I think if I didn’t have her pinned to the door, she’d stop waiting for me to get on board and fuck herself with my cock.
“This isnothow you get on the nice list.”
“It could be,” she whispers against my lips.
Fuck.
I wanted to make her beg more but I can’t wait any longer. Not when my cock is leaking precum and hard enough to hammer nails.
“You want my cock?”
She nods eagerly, arms clutching my neck as I carry her to the bed. Her jeans put up a good fight, but the scrap of lace between her thighs tears like paper.
“Then take every inch,” I order through clenched teeth as I thrust into her pussy. Hot and wet it grips my cock like a vice.
