Page 72 of Dream Girl Drama

“I love that you treat me like a princess everywhere but in bed.” She licked at his jawline, her blond hair in a tangled cloud around her head. “Here, you treat me like a—”

“Don’t say it,” he warned raggedly, his dick throbbing with a final warning shot.

“Say what?” she purred, her hips working up, up, up to meet his downward drives.

“Anything. Whatever you’re going to say. I’m begging you.”

She didn’t have to say it. Something about the mischievous curl of her upper lip completed the sentence and Sig shouted a vile curse at the slapping headboard, forced to pull out or he was going to finish before her.

“No!” she screamed, as if this wasn’t her fault.

“I’ve got you,” he growled, levering up long enough to tear off his shirt, buttons flying every which way, then dropping down on his bare torso, tongue skating up her inner left thigh. “Keep your fucking legs spread.”

She sucked in an eager breath at his first lap of her pussy, her belly hollowing, shuddering, fingers clutching the sheets. “Sig.”

“Don’t worry, you’re close, beautiful,” he praised, rubbing his mouth in her flesh. “It’s dripping down your ass cheeks.”

“Please.”

“I wanted to be in extra deep when you came, but you had to be a bad girl, didn’t you?” He pressed two fingers inside of her, rotating until he found that rough spot and rubbed, fast and firm. “You won’t catch me complaining about getting to lick this pussy twice.” He waited until she was squirming and crying out his name before he fastened his mouth gently over her clit and dragging loose lips side to side over the swollen pearl, then sucked with increasing pressure, pride blooming in his chest as her thighs started to shake uncontrollably, her screams of release bouncing off the walls, the insides of his skull, the chambers of his booming heart.

As soon as she was through the height of the orgasm, Sig was pinning down her heaving body and slamming his cockback inside of her to the hilt, driving into her like there was no tomorrow, no sun coming up, no reason to live but the woman beneath him—and at least one of those things were true. In that moment, there was nothing but Chloe and the beating boulder inside of his chest that existed only for her. And his body lost control in the same way he’d lost control over how much he loved her long ago.

He choked out her name and succumbed to the lust, feeding it into her with disorderly punches of his hips, the only one who could ever inspire it to the point of pain. The love of his life. His Chloe.

“My Chloe. You’ll always be mine.Always.”

“Yes. I know. I know.”

“We’ll get through this,” he said, mouth open and panting against the side of her neck, body still thrusting inside of her, their bodies sealed together by sweat, her thighs boneless and dropped open on the bed, but her arms wrapped around him like he was a port in a storm.

And in a sense, he was.

He just didn’t know which direction the strongest gale winds were coming from.

Not yet.

Chapter Eighteen

Sig was tracing his index finger up and down the curve of a sleeping Chloe’s spine, marveling at the shape and softness of her, when room service arrived. Pierre yipped and—from the sound of it—rolled off the luggage cart on full alert, barking at the new arrival.

“Shit,” Sig grunted, grabbing a pillow off the bed to hold in front of his dick when he answered the door. On the way to get the delivery, he snapped up a couple of twenties from his wallet and hushed the dog, to no avail. “You’re going to get us thrown out, man,” he hissed. “Have some chill.”

Sig opened the door, pillow over his lap and clocked the pinched expression of the hotel employee. “I’m sorry, sir. Dogs are not allowed in this hotel—” Sig tucked the cash into the man’s jacket pocket. “Let’s keep this between us.”

“Dog? What dog?” said the delivery guy without missing a beat, then nodding at the room beyond. “May I come in and set up your meal?”

With Chloe lying naked on the bed? “No, thanks. I’ll take it from here.”

“I’d hand you the tray, but there’d be nothing to keep your pillow in place.”

“Right,” Sig said dryly. “Just set down the tray and I’ll slide it in.”

“You’ve got it.”

A few minutes later, Sig had fed Pierre a kid’s menu cheeseburger and arranged the table settings for him and Chloe, complete with covered plates, a beer for him, wine for her. He set aside the small, brown paper bag containing the item he’d requested, smiling to himself in anticipation of Chloe’s reaction to what was inside.

When he finally ventured into the dark bedroom of the suite to track down his pants and pull them on, leaving the button undone, Chloe rolled over onto her back and yawned, stretching her arms up over her head and pointing her toes in a combination of moves that he’d seen a few times before but that never failed to make his pulse play leapfrog. Although now, his body reacted with a lot less restraint than usual, his cock more than a little excited by the sight of his girl all naked and warm and inviting, thickening and pressing against his zipper. Wanting out. Wanting in.

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