“You’re telling me.”
I race after her as she turns and darts up the stairs. I grab her, sweeping her over my shoulder as I step into my room and shut the door.
Throwing her onto the bed, I watch as Piper’s eyes drink me in.
“Nothing but my mouth and cock are going to get you off tonight, Piper.”
“I can’t believe we’ve waited this long.”
“Not because I haven’t wanted to.”
Fucking hockey schedule. If I could spend every night with her, I would. But I can’t.
Piper crooks a finger at me, beckoning me forward. Pulling off my ugly sweater, I toss it on the floor. By the time I’m at the bed, I’m stark naked.
Piper sits up, dragging a finger along my cock.
“You want a taste?” I punch my hips toward her.
She shakes her head, looking up at me.
“What, seriously?”
“I don’t like blow jobs.”
“Really?”
“Your cock is huge. There’s no way it wouldn’t kill me if I tried to suck you off. No, thank you.”
I smirk. “Doesn’t orgasm mean little deaths in French?”
“Only if you come at my mouth with that thing.”
I shouldn’t be laughing, but I am. “Princess, you are one of a kind.”
I lift her into my arms and move her farther up the bed. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad that you don’t like blow jobs?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not going to lie and say I don’t wish I could feel you sucking me off, but I can’t wait to be buried inside you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I crush my mouth to hers, heeding her words. Every pass of her tongue against mine sends heat straight to my cock.
Piper and I are clawing at each other. Needing to be skin on skin. She rocks into me, grinding down on my cock.
“So sweet.” I lick my way into her mouth, not getting enough of her sweetness.
Short nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer. I swallow every gasp and moan that escapes. My hands skim over her sweater.
“Princess.” I kiss my way down her jaw. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“More, Cash.” Piper tilts her head to the side. “More.”
I lick and suck my way down her neck. “How much more do you want?”
