Page 120 of Pinkie Promise

I grunt, pleased, and after a moment she asks nervously, “Do you?”

“Do I what?” I rasp.

“Do you consent? Are you… tipsy?”

I pull back for a second, surprised by her question. I’m a little buzzed but, at my size, three beers barely scratches the surface.

“Baby,” I pant, “I consent so fucking hard.” To emphasise my point I wrap her fist around my definitely-sober rock-hard dick. “The only thing that I’m drunk on is you. Let me have you,” I say gruffly, hunching low so that I can kiss my way down to her tits. I push them together with my palms and suck roughly at her nipples.

Her back arches off the mattress and I look up to see her nod.

I release her with apopand push her all the way to the top of the bed, getting her nice and comfortable on the pillows as I align myself up with her heat. Leaning on my left forearm I look down at her body, her hair spilling all around her face and her pulse fluttering wildly in her neck.

Keeping her in place, I start to slowly push inside.

“You don’t have to admit it, Fallon,” I murmur as she moans beneath me, “but it’s satisfying as hell to think about you wearing my jersey while you’re in bed. Knowing that my name’s on your back during the nights that I’m not.”

I breathe out a laugh and thrust roughly inside of her, ripping a grunt from my chest as she gasps and writhes beneath me.

“Your future name,” I rasp out as I drop my forehead to her temple.

“You c-can’t say things like that,” she whimpers, digging her nails into the thick muscles of my back.

I reach behind me to grab the quilt cover and I shove it up over the top of us, blocking the rest of the world out. It’s just her and me, one-hundred percent focused on each other.

I hear the condoms that I’d tossed onto the quilt splatter down to the floor and I shove my tongue in my cheek, trying not to think about what my brain is conjuring up. Namely, the idea of forgetting all about those condoms after we finish this round, and then spending the rest of the night going at it bare.

I lean down so that I can kiss her, exhaling roughly as I slide back inside.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” I groan, one of my hands tangled up in her hair. Her thighs fall slack from around my middle and my abdomen swells. I’m always going to be hungry for the feeling of her body going soft beneath me.

I withdraw slightly and then thrust it in a little deeper, keeping a few inches back so that I can tease her pussy.

“This is all for me, isn’t it baby?” I ask, squeezing at her waist and building up a little tempo. “Every inch of you, Fallon. This beautiful body is all mine. And now you’re going to take every inch of me.”

Fallon digs her nails hard into the back of my neck, moaning for me as she pulls me down and communicating to me in kisses. Soft gentle ones that tell me sheisall mine, followed by her pained little sounds telling me to give her what she wants, this damn second.

With shaking fingers she pushes up my hand to her breast and before I can think about it I’m shoving myself inside to the hilt.

“Hunter!” she whimpers, and a growl leaves my chest.

Hearing her gasp out my name is the best sound in the goddamn world.

“Can’t believe I’m having you in your bed,” I rasp, rolling my hips into her again. I knock her knees wider apart so that she can make more room for me and I thrust harder between her thighs. “Can’t believe you’re letting me pump this perfect pussy.”

Fallon makes an anguished sound, barely able to keep her thighs around my hips as she moans, “I’ve m-missed you s-so much, Hunter.”

“God, I love hearing that.” I try not to grunt as I slant my mouth over hers, licking our tongues firmly together. “Might be the last day I let you spend in this condo, baby. After tonight, we’re moving you into my place.”

“Hunter,” she laughs, but then she’s moaning again as I shove her thigh backwards and begin pumping her faster. Her heat makes wet little sounds that have me groaning into her hair.

“This is everything that I think about, Fallon,” I rasp, massaging firmly at the back of her knee. “You taking me. You being mine. I’m gonna look after you, Fallon. You know that, right?”

I’m not the biggest talker in the world and Fallon hates communication even more than I do, but sometimes some things are too important to not be said.

I look deep into Fallon’s beautiful eyes, a resounding sense of responsibility spreading through my chest as she lets me take the lead with her, trusting me to be the kind of man in her life that she’s never had before.

The kind who will put her first and lift her up, instead of holding her back and pushing her down.

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