Page 32 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

“I want to fuck you.” Trevor tears his mouth from my neck and moves to the other side, kissing me again.

My entire body swoons with a sigh. “Fuck me, then.”

Trevor pulls me away from the door, letting it shut behind us.

He traps me in his embrace walking me back step by step into the hotel room.

“I don’t –”Kiss.“Have a –”Kiss.“Condom, though.”

“I’m back on the pill.” I stopped taking it a few months before the wedding, knowing that he’d soon want to work on having a baby. Then promptly got back on it when he shattered my heart.

“Can I–are you sure?”

I grab the front of his coat, undoing the buttons as quick as I can. “For fuck’s sake, Trevor, just do it, okay? It doesn’t have to be a whole thing, just–”

I push his coat off his arms. “Just fuck me.”

Once his arms are free from the coat, he grabs the sides of my face and shoves me back until I am pressed up against the dresser. The big screen television shakes, almost tipping over thanks to how rough we are being.

“Careful,” I hiss.

“I’ll pay for it. I don’t give a damn.”

“Fuck, why is that so sexy?”

After he yanks my coat down my arms, he throws it to the side, then lifts me onto the dresser. He pulls my sweater up, and I lift my arms to help him get it over my head.

My skin pricks with goosebumps until his hands wrap around my waist, his touch warm andclearlywanting.

I wrap my legs around his hips.

His groin rubs against mine, and I feel how hard he is.

My body remembers his curves and edges, how hard he can get.

I undo his pants with trembling fingers. “Get these off, pull these down.”

As soon as my hand has the clearance to do so, I slide it into his pants, get a handful of him over his briefs.

His head falls back. “Fuck. Fuck, Iris.”

He grinds his cock into my hand without any hesitation.

“You make me so fucking…hm…” He grips the dresser and lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “You piss me the fuck off, you know that?”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

Trevor bares his teeth and then goes for my jeans.

My turn to be exposed.

He tugs them down and all the way off, both of us frustrated when the tight fabric gets caught on my shoes.

Dammit, we’re both so caught up in the moment we can’t even get the order of operations right.

Once my legs are freed, Trevor returns to me, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me down off the dresser. He spins me around so my ass is pressed against his package.

With an instructing grip, he positions both my hands on the dresser, dropping his mouth down by my ear and growling, “Be a good girl for once.”

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