“His dad came and got him.”
“Oh,” she looks around. “I wanted to speak withhim.”
“They left pretty fast.” We head back to the car and my belly hurts. “Mommy?”
“Yeah, honey.”
“Conner was shaking when he saw his dad.”
Conner’s eyes crack open as my finger traces the scar on his elbow. A sleepy smile spreads across his handsome face, and he groans like he’s swimming in bliss. “It wasn’t a dream,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice.
“Nope.” I kiss his cheek and then the side of his head. “I have breakfast for us if you’re hungry.”
“Starved.” He rolls me over so fast and smoothly, I have no time to react. My robe falls open, and he nuzzles my pussy. “Damn, you smell good first thing in the morning.”
I’m incredibly self-conscious because I can’t tell if that’s the truth or a tease.
He growls against my sensitive flesh, then licks my pussy. “Mmmm.”
“You’re insatiable.”
He looks up and winks as he drags his tongue between my pussy lips. Then he eats and eats and eats until I’m a whimpering, panting hot mess. Clawing at his hair, I grind against his mouth and come in a slow, steady release that feels surreal.
“Nothing better than a hot breakfast in bed.” He kisses the inside of my thighs and crawls up my body. His dick presses against me, warm and hard as steel. “Are you too sore?”
“No.”
“Can I fuck you?”
“You don’t have to ask permission. You can just take mewhenever you want, Conner.”
He shakes his head. “Giving me free rein is a bad idea. I’ll never let you out of bed.”
Laughing like he made a joke, I roll my eyes. “Okay, buddy.”
“I’m serious.” He presses the tip of his cock to my entrance. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”
That sounds lovely. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He nips my shoulder. “You’re playing with fire, girl.”
“Do it.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Unless you’re all talk, just trying to impress me.”
Conner stills. “Taylor.”
“Fuck me until I can’t move.”
He pushes into me a little at a time, and I wish he’d slam in just to see if I can take it. I probably can’t, but it would be fun to try.
“Are you okay?”
“Stop asking,” I scrape my nails down his back. “I’m fine.”
But I think he’s afraid of screwing up and I’ll kick him out of my body and bed.
I won’t.
“Conner, let loose. Show me exactly what I’ve been yearning for all this time.”
