Page 13 of Depraved Favors

I pull back, thrusting into her wet heat faster as she tightens around me. Tilting her hips up a smidge more, I snap my hips to drag my cock along the top of her walls. Peyton’s whole body arches and shakes as she explodes with bliss. Her pussy pulsates and milks my cock with each wave of her orgasm. I slow to a steady pace as Peyton relaxes, her unfocused eyes on the ceiling and her chest rising and falling with panting breaths.

Pausing completely, I take her in. The flush of her face, her dark hair fanned out, her perky tits and their taut, pointed buds. And the best view is her wet pussy dripping around my thick cock, still struggling to stretch around me.

“W-what was that?” her shaky voice asks.

I smirk. “That was what you get for fucking an older man, honey. You have more than one pleasure spot.”

A breathless laugh huffs out of her and she licks her lips, staring at me with hooded eyes. “Are you going to show me all of them?”

My cock throbs, demanding I answer her challenge.

“By the time I’m done, you’re going to be begging me to stop.”

She lets out a small giggle as I hold her to my chest and bring her to my bed.

My body aches from how hard I’ve been fucking her, but I ignore it and carry her into the bathroom before turning on the shower. It’s a risk to wake up Brit, but Peyton deserves the pampering. She took every inch of my pounding as if she was made to be my toy. We fucked for hours till she passed out the last time she came, and I filled her lithe body with my cum.

She hums into my neck. “Too bad you don’t have a bath.”

“Sorry, honey,” I mutter, setting her on her feet. I shove off the remainder of our clothes and lead her into the warm water. She sags against me with a sigh, and I use the handheld shower head to wet her body. “Do you want me to wash your hair?”

Her head flops to both sides once, and I take the hair band from her wrist, putting up her hair in an ugly bun to keep it from getting wet. She groans when I massage the soap into her shoulders, following down to her waist and lower back. I squeeze her ass before forcing her to turn around, and I soap up the front of her body, kneading her perfect sized breasts longer than necessary.

“I can see how people get addicted to sex.”

I chuckle, kneeling as I scrub the soap down her stomach and thighs. “Believe me, Peyton. Sex is not always like that.”

“I know, it wasn’t bad with Jacob. It just wasn’t… that.”

“Hmm.”

Her tired eyes brighten with amusement. “Jealous?”

Standing, I grab the shower hand wand and watch mesmerized as the suds wash away. “What’s there to be jealous of? If he didn’t fuck up, you wouldn’t have been in my bed. I should thank him.”

“And your daughter,” she mutters.

I don’t say anything, focusing on rinsing off her body. Peyton looks up at me, her eyebrows pinched. “Sorry, that was shitty to bring back up.”

“You’re still hurt, I understand.”

She moves forward, resting her hands on my chest, and I put the handheld back up so the water cascades over both of us. “I am, but I don’t have to keep bringing it up. She’s still—I’m just sorry.”

I cup her ass, bringing her closer and selfishly enjoying the rub of her hard nipples and plush breasts against me. “Don’t be. I can’t and won’t apologize for her actions. It doesn’t upset me to hear you vent, other than I know you’re hurt. I’m disappointed that she would do that to someone, especially someone like you. But I’m not responsible for her, she’s her own person.”

Peyton’s gaze shifts between my eyes with a frown. “You’re not who I thought you’d be.”

I smirk, pressing my hard cock into her stomach. “I’m sure I’ve been painted the bad guy ten times over.”

Her hand slips between us, wrapping around my shaft and stroking the entire length. “God, I’m so sore. I shouldn’t want you to fuck me again.”

“I can’t get enough of you either,” I admit, leaning down to kiss her.

A loud knock startles us both, but I don’t let her scramble out of my arms. I try to remember if I closed the door to my bedroom behind us, not that I think she would look in there.

“Pey?” Brit calls out.

Peyton’s eyes widen, her breaths coming in faster. I pinch her ass lightly and mouth answer her. She nods and clears her throat.

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