Page 67 of Wright Kind of Trouble

Then, I hauled her dripping wet body over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. It was going to be a long night, and I was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

I woke with a mouth on my cock.

Harley’s blonde hair a fan covering her beautiful, round face.

“Baby girl,” I groaned. She shot me a blue-eyed look, a devious one. “Isn’t your jaw sore?”

I’d given it a workout last night. I was shocked she’d want to be doing this again. That her body wasn’t still a puddle next to me in a sex-induced coma.

She flexed her mouth around my cock in answer and went back to sucking me off. I dropped my head back, enjoying her mouth bringing me to full mast. I wasn’t going to argue with her if this was what she wanted.

A minute later, when I was good and ready for her, she crawled back up my body. Her breasts swung as she positioned herself over my cock again. Her hand came to grasp the shaft, and I grunted in appreciation.

“What a fucking sight,” I said.

She smirked as she settled herself down onto me. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth opened into a perfect O. The face she’d been making as she fucked me with her mouth. A sight I would never fucking forget. Fucking gorgeous.

“You’re so…big,” she whispered on a sigh. “So fucking big.”

I thrust upward, meeting her as she rocked up and down on me. “Made for your pretty pussy.”

“Touch me,” she pleaded.

My hand slipped between our bodies, a finger strumming against her clit. She shuddered under my touch as she came to life.

“Yes,” she said. “Oh, yes.”

“This greedy pussy is already so close.” I came up to a sitting position, wrapping her legs behind me. She gasped as I used the new leverage to bounce her harder and faster, all while I got her body pressed tight to mine. “So greedy.”

“I deserve another orgasm.”

“You do,” I agreed.

Then, our mouths crashed together. Tongues and lips and bodies, hot and wet and needy. The night before was erased by the desire still rampant between us. The feeling of never getting enough. I’d had her all night, and still, I wanted more. Always wanted more.

She came on a high, bringing me crashing down with her. Our bodies shuddering with desire. My mind going fuzzy and delirious as I held her in my arms.

“Trouble,” I whispered into her hair.

“Mmm,” she said, nuzzling against me. “I’m the trouble you want.”

Finally, she slid off of me and went into the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later in a big, fluffy Percy Tower bathrobe, the signature P in gold on the right pocket.

And I realized I never wanted her out of my sight.

“Do you have to go home?” I asked.

“I thought we’d get breakfast.”

“But after?”

“I should probably check in with Mom.”

“Room service then. I need you at least once more before we leave.”

She grinned and jumped back onto the bed, crashing into me. “I want pancakes.”

“All the pancakes you’d like,” I said against her lips.

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