Page 98 of Pinkie Promise

She’s soft, spent, and totally fucking naked.

I drop the quilt cover back down so that it’s covering her up to her chin and I fumble quietly on the dresser beside us so that I can grab my cell. I need to order her breakfast from the local Door Dash service before we get an Uber back to the coach.

I remember what she liked when we were snowed in at the hockey house so I order two coffees, both for Fallon, and then I browse the food options, searching for something that looks good enough for her. The delivery time is fifteen minutes so once I’ve sent the payment I toss my phone back onto the cabinet, and this time I slip my hand under the sheets, getting a handful of Fallon’s behind, and then scooping her up my body until she’s close enough for me to kiss.

I press a long kiss against her forehead and she’s immediately stirring, her nipples rubbing up against my chest and making my cock flex against her thigh. I palm firmly at her cheeks while stroking my other hand up and down her throat, pressing a series of kisses down her face as her arms begin tightening around my shoulders.

“Hey, beautiful,” I murmur, breathing out a laugh when she starts rubbing herself against my abdomen. My testosterone levels are suddenly off the damn charts.

She peeps up at me with her big sparkly eyes and I cup my hands around her jaw so that I can kiss the life out of her. A deeply satisfied sound rumbles in my chest as she palms at my pecs, getting me even hotter for her than I already was.

I roll her onto her back and her hair fluffs up around her face.

“Best night of my life,” I grunt, as I give her a savouring once-over. I give her waist a little squeeze before rubbing at her jaw again. “Tell me how it was for you. I gotta know, Fallon.”

She does a belly-quivering half sit-up to reach my mouth making me smirk a little as I let her kiss me.

“So so so good,” she whispers, her lashes fluttering like crazy and one of her hands moving between us to try and get me back inside of her.

I drop my face to her neck and take a big shoulder-swelling inhale.

“Condom,” I remind her, reaching blindly to the dresser for the only condom out of the nine that we didn’t use last night.

Yeah, it’s been alongnight.

I grab it between two digits and then slap it down onto the bed beside us, trying not to get even more excited as I think about all of the stuff that we did in the last twelve hours.

One of Fallon’s hands cups my jaw and suddenly she’s kissing around the cut on my cheekbone, making me groan at how damn sweet she is.

“Baby,” I murmur, pulling away to stop her. I press my knuckles against the cut and flinch slightly, although the pain is barely there and it’ll fade in a day or two.

I go to shift off of her so that she doesn’t have to look at it but she pulls me down hard, making me huff out a laugh. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

“Is it bruised to shit?” I mumble as she goes back to kissing around the area.

She pauses for a beat before she answers. “It’s a little bruised,” she admits quietly, “but the cut has pretty much healed. And, you know, it looks kinda…” She shrugs her shoulders coyly and then starts squirming when I raise my eyebrows at her.

She’s into how I look when I’m roughed up?

“You like that?” I ask her, smirking when she starts laughing, covering her blushing face with her hands. “You like your man a little rough around the edges, huh?”

I bite my teeth into her neck and she squeals with laughter, kicking playfully at my back as I rub my big palms around her tits. I squeeze her roughly, the way she’s wanting it right now, and she moans in delight, making me thrust up against her thigh.

I release her throat and tower over her. I jerk my chin and ask, “One more round until we go get the coach?”

But before she can answer there’s a sharp rap at the door, and her eyes fly up to mine, another giggle slipping past her lips.

Biting back her smile she gives me a mock-scared wide-eyed look and gasps, “Oh no, do you think that it’s the pyjama police?!”

I grin down at her naked body and roll her onto her belly, yanking her hands behind her back as she howls with laughter.

“Better not be,” I growl, “otherwise you’d be under arrest.”

“You wouldn’t allow it!” she squeals. “I have the right to remain panty-less!”

I bury my face in her hair, addicted to how cute she is, but suddenly I’m groaning because my cock has slipped right between her thighs, and now the head of my shaft is getting a good taste of just how wet she is.

“Damn right I wouldn’t allow it,” I murmur, pressing a hard kiss against her cheek before heaving myself off of her. I need to pull back before we actuallydostart getting hot and heavy without a condom.

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