Page 23 of Tripp

“That is not—” I kissed her. When she went lax in my grip, I pulled back. “Can we agree to disagree?”

“Sure…”

I grinned, leaning in to capture her mouth again. Her body writhed against mine, causing my cock to stiffen. She pulled back, her lips leaving mine. I met her beautiful, heated gaze and smirked. I knew that look well. “How long do we have?”

“We have to be there at five.”

Shaking my head, I tipped her chin up. “Not that. How long before she may wake up?”

“Oh…um…” She licked her lips. “An hour, maybe an hour and a half.”

I’d behaved for the past two weeks. No longer. I needed her under me, crying out my name. I pulled back just enough to get a hold of her hand and led her to the bedroom. I’d dropped my bags on the floor a week ago, but I’d been sleeping on the couch. I didn’t want to crowd or rush her, but that ended today. “I want you naked.”

“I want a lot of things…”

Oh, so it was like that. My hand came down on her ass, squeezing as I pulled her to me. My lips brushed her jawline. “That wasn’t a suggestion, love.”

Her breathing hitched. As it did any time we were together.

See, I knew what she liked, and I’d always give it to her.

“Yes, sir.” Her words were a whisper.

I held her a moment then stepped back, my eyes trailing over her. She kicked out of her trainers, pulled her socks off, and slowly started to slide her pants down. Her tanned legs gave me a peep show all the way down. She straightened, laced her hands in the fabric of her shirt, and lifted it off.

Her breasts heaved as she took in a breath. I watched as she unclasped it, letting it slowly slide down her arms. Her perky breasts bounced with each movement. Her rosy nipples pebbled as I reached out to tweak them. Her hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it. I let her touch me, her hands running up under my shirt, across my abs and chest.

I was hers to do what she wanted with, but first, I needed to taste her.

Leaning in, I cupped one breast and captured the other nipple with my mouth. Her head fell back. Her fingers moved through my shaved hair, pinching the back of my neck with her nails as I nipped at the bud.

“Tripp…don’t tease.”

Releasing her, I stepped back, my brow arching.

“Please, not this time. I need you.”

Pulling her to me, I kissed her softly, running my hands down to cup her ass. Having a baby filled out her hips. And her ass. I approved of every bit of it. Turning, I walked her to the bed. “Lay back for me.”

She laid out across the surface, her feet planted on the bed. I watched hungrily as her hands ran over her body.

“Touch yourself. Get ready for me.”

She did as I ordered. My eyes stayed on her fingers teasing her clit. That sweet little bundle of nerves—If I stroked her just right, she would do anything I asked. But what I really liked was pounding that pussy. Her walls would all but strangle my cock. She’d take it all. Her body was like a piano, and my cock was the one stroking the keys.

And trust me, unlike other men, I knew exactly where to stroke.

Standing before her naked, I gripped my cock, stroking myself. Her eyes locked on to the movements, and she moaned. Her fingers slid in and out of her. She was soaking wet. I released myself so that I could climb up the bed. I slowly kissed along her inner thigh and on up. My tongue darted out, teasing her wet folds.

My mouth made love to her pussy. Her nails scraped my scalp. Her hips rocked into me and pulled back. I moved closer, teasing her clit with my thumb as my tongue fucked her.

“Tripp… Oh…yes.”

The more her hips jerked the harder and faster I moved my tongue and thumb. I could feel her body tighten as her orgasm hit. She arched her back, her fingers tugging at my hair.

“Oh God!”

I don’t slow my ministrations, working her fully through her orgasm.

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