Page 121 of Pinkie Promise

“I’d never ask that of you,” she whispers, her voice so light and sweet that I can’t help but kiss hungrily at her lips.

“Don’t have to,” I tell her. “You need cash or another place to stay, you come to me for that. Grant or no grant, once I get that NHL chequeI’llbe the one who can put you through school. And when you’ve accomplished that goal you’ll get your ass back to Larch Peak and start warming our bed.Ours, Fallon. You and me.”

I tower over her, working her pussy, and I allow myself to savour the fact that she alreadyisbeing taken care of by my family’s money. She doesn’t even know it yet but it’sourmoney that’s keeping her financed, keeping her fed. I know that I should have told her about it weeks ago but I don’t want to risk her refusing the help when I want to give it to her so fucking much.

“H-Hunter,” she says breathlessly, her breasts bouncing like crazy beneath my pecs.

I jerk my chin at her, my eyes zoned in on those plush tits.

“Oh God, ohGod, d-did you just… did you just get bigger?”

My cock jerks, making me slap it in extra sloppy, and I clear my throat hard, not expecting that question. Our gazes lock for a moment before I drop my eyes from hers. My whole face is on goddamn fire.

“…No,” I lie, fucking mortified, because I did not think that she was gonna notice that.

Seeing right through me she pleas, “H-how is that even possible?”

I make a gruff sound, shaking slightly as I reposition myself so that I can take her from a steadier angle.

“You, uh… you sure you wanna know?” I ask, trying to pace my thrusts when really I just want to pound her.

I mean, I’ll happily tell Fallon why she just made my dick get even bigger but I’m not exactly a pro at dirty talk yet, plus I only wanna do it if I know that she likes to hear it.

“Mm-hm,” she nods, squirming when I drive back inside her again.

“Okay,” I say, sitting up and back on my haunches. I look down at where we’re joining and shove a hand through my fringe. “Uh, I get, uh… I get harder when I fully, you know… take in the sight of you. When I lift up and see you panting beneath me, letting me stroke you up with” – I swallow hard, disbelieving that I’m telling her this right now – “with a thick, dirty cock… and you’re so hot and tight and–”

Fallon releases a high-pitched moan, making my eyes flash down to hers like a bolt of damn lightning.

“This okay?” I ask her. “Me, talkin’ like this?”

It’s been weeks since our first… ten times, and I want to re-solidify the fact that she likes me talking like this before I let out any more Carter Ridge country filth on her.

She bites into her lower lip, laughing nervously.

“Yeah,” she says, and now I’m smiling too. Smushing kisses into her cheeks to make her wriggle and laugh wildly. Then she makes a cute little sound, humming prettily for my full attention, and she gives me a shy look before saying, “More, please.”

I grunt and cock up one of my quads so that I can quickly squeeze my balls, my sac heavy as hell after that sexy little request.

“More, huh?” I ask, flashing her a smirk as she giggles beneath me.

Damn, she’s cute.

“Okay, baby,” I tell her. “Gonna flip you over. Sort you out from the back.”

She gasps as I slip it out of her and in the next second she’s pinned down on her belly.

My quads tense and flex as I peruse her bent over position, feeling every bit the two-hundred-and-twenty pound man that I am.

I grip my palms around her hips, rubbing them firmly up to her waist as my eyes rake over her perfectly rounded behind. My pecs swell and heave as I align myself with her pussy, my chest shoving down on her back as she whimpers in anticipation.

“This is all mine, isn’t it baby?” I murmur, driving my hips forward and grunting when my groin slaps against her cheeks.

My whole world splinters.

I withdraw and hit it again.

“Hunter,” Fallon whimpers breathlessly, and I groan and lick the curve of her neck.

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