Page 101 of Bump and Run

Twenty-Three

Junior

I wakeup and I smile. Or I’m smiling before then. Honestly, I can’t tell which came first but I can easily say that holding Eliza Pierce in my arms first thing in the morning is exactly what caused this grin on my face.

Especially a fullynaked Eliza Pierce.

Her skin is like melted ice cream; silky smooth and just as sweet. I taste her shoulder, kissing softly and silently so I don’t wake her but she stirs at my touch anyway despite my best efforts.

I kiss her before she opens her eyes and her lips twitch against mine. She moans softly and grins.

“Hey…” Her voice comes out a whisper, as if we were in her room instead of mine, tiptoeing around to avoid her dad.

But Cary Pierce isn’t here.

And morning sex sounds just perfect right now.

I shift on top of her and she spreads her legs for me without hesitation. There’s as much desire on her breath as mine and I instantly grow hard against her. She reaches below and grips my cock, stroking me softly while I groan on her lips.

“Good morning,” she says, squeezing my shaft a little tighter.

I laugh. “Good morning.”

Eliza turns and guides me onto my back. Fuck, I love it when she takes control. She’s so petite and easily one-hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet but I can safely say I’d let her dominate me whenever she wanted to.

She glides down my chest, leaving wet kisses on my chest and abs, traveling below the covers towards her prize. I lay back against my hands, enjoying every second of her lips on my body and her soft kisses traveling up my shaft. Her wet mouth opens to me and embraces my tip.

I inhale sharply, feeling that quick suction of her lips on me and every drop of my blood invades my glands.

“Oh, yeah…” I say, gently bucking my hips, matching the glide of her bobbing head.

She moans for me to keep going as her tongue flicks fast against me. I groan, feeling her hot breath take me over and my vision blurs.

“Ellie, you’re gonna make me—”

“Junior!”

Oh, shit.

I look at the door as a closed fist pounds against it.

My cock slips from Eliza’s mouth and she peeks out from under the covers. “Who is that?” she asks.

I wince. “That’s my sister.”

“Junior, come on! We gotta go!” Maggie shouts, knocking even louder on the door. “You better not be in there with some bimbo!”

Eliza raises her brow at me. “Bimbo?”

“Just…” I slide off the bed and grab my pants from the floor. “Let me get rid of her. Hang on. Don’t—” I gesture at her perfect, naked body. “Don’t get rid of this.”

“Junior!”

I pull my pants on, rushed by the urgency in Maggie’s tone.

Eliza hides under the covers as I pull the door open and push outside into the hall, guiding Maggie to take a step back.

“Hey, Mag,” I say, closing the door behind me. “How did you get in here?”

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