I licked it then took it in my mouth, releasing it with a pop.
Her fingernails scraped down my chest. “My God, you feel sooo good.”
Tracing my fingers down her sides, up between her boobs and back again in two big circles coaxed little moans out of her as she rode me harder.
“You have such soft skin.”
She raked her nails over me again. “I love how hard your muscles are.”
Avoiding direct contact with her breasts was hard, but I needed the mental game to keep from blowing my load instantly. I damn well needed to last until she came on my cock.
She arched her back and picked up the pace, throwing her hair over her shoulder and bouncing harder on me.
With all the moans coming from this room now, it was good that Constance had turned up the volume outside.
When Peyton started grinding against me on the downstroke, I could tell she was getting close. But I worried I might not last—that’s how fantastic she felt.
She ground down hard again, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gasped. Wedging my thumb between us, I found her swollen clit. Two more strokes and several circles of her clit, and she exploded.
“Holy fuck, oh my God, Zane,” she screamed. Unintelligible moans followed as her inner muscles rippled around me.
Finally, grasping her hips, I plowed up as deeply as I could and lost control. Like a guitar string that had been wound too tight, the tension inmy legs and lower spine snapped, and I spurted rhythmically into her as her contractions continued to milk me. Yes, this was nirvana.
Breathing heavily, she collapsed forward against me.
I stroked her back in silence as she came down from her high.
Eventually, she lifted up enough to look me in the eye. “Was it good for you?” she asked meekly. Somebody had really done a number on my angel.
Holding her face in my hands, I gave her the truth. “Incredibleis the word that comes to mind.”
“Really?”
I brought her lips to mine for a brief kiss. “Remember, I promised honesty. Don’t ever doubt yourself again.”
She didn’t agree or disagree before she rolled off and snuggled against my side. It would take some time to repair her self-confidence.
She tapped a finger on my sternum. “I’m so glad I met you, Zane Ruppert March.”
“Careful there, Angel. Only two things will get you kicked out of my bed, eating crackers in here and mentioning my middle name again.
She laughed as I got up to deal with the condom. “Anything you say, Ruppie.”
Damn my mother.
Peyton
I awoke groggilywith something warm and wet under my cheek. I lifted my head to find I’d fallen asleep on Zane’s shoulder—and I’d drooled on him.
“Time to start the day, Angel.”
“What time is it?”
He shrugged. “No clue.”
“Did you sleep?”
“Of course not.”
