Page 55 of Two Minutes for Holding

She let out a low moan, arching her back off the bed as I gently sucked, then moved to the other side, sucking that one into my mouth.

“Feels so good.” She moaned, running her fingers through my hair.

I stood up, dropping my pants, and pulled my shirt off while Peyton did the same. As she scooted into the center of the bed, I turned, and that was when she caught sight of the bruise on my ribs.

Immediately, she reached out and placed her hand over my ribs. “What the hell happened?” she cried.

I’d forgotten about the bruise, about the kick.

“Don’t worry about it,” I mumbled, crawling into bed and taking her in my arms, kissing her.

I held myself up, resting on my forearm as my hand explored her body. I drew circles on her belly, lowering down and peppering her stomach with light kisses as she ran her hands through my hair.

I ran my hands down her legs, my fingers skimming over the skin of her inner thighs as I watched her. She was beautiful. She lay there with her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip each time I brought my fingers close to her center.

“You want that baby?” I whispered, drawing my fingers up again.

“Please,” she cried.

I drew my hand away, slowly bringing it back up, only to draw it away again as she squirmed under me, a small whimper escaping her lips.

“Please, Clay, don’t tease…”

The moment she said the word tease; I gave her what she wanted and ran my fingers through her slick center. The moan that escaped her sent a wave of excitement through my body, causing my cock to throb.

As my fingers danced over her clit, I felt her hand take hold of my cock and stroke it.

“God…it feels so good,” I whispered as she took her thumb and smeared the bead of pre-cum that had formed over the head of my cock.

She pushed me back until I was lying down on the bed, then she scooted down and took me into her mouth. I ran my fingers into her hair, resting my hand on the back of her head as I watched her take my cock to the back of her throat repeatedly.

She looked up at me, wiped her mouth, and then straddled me, bending and kissing me as she slid down onto my cock. I gripped her hips and focused on her breasts as she rocked her hips back and forth.

“Remember what I said to you the first night?” I asked, breathlessly as I tried to hold back my release.

She nodded, looking down at me, her eyes filled with want and need.

“What did I tell you?”

“That this pussy belongs to you,” she whispered.

“Does it?” I questioned.

I could feel my release coming faster than I wanted it to. I could already feel her tightening around me. She began rocking faster, and I held her hips hoping to slow her pace.

“It does…” she cried. “Only to you.”

Chapter 18

Peyton

“Where are we going?”I questioned as Clay came out of the bedroom dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a sweater.

“I told you. We’re headed to dinner, and before you ask, you look perfect,” he said, walking past me and slipping his feet into his shoes.

I’d worn the only sweater I’d brought and a pair of jeans. I looked down at myself and pulled a piece of lint off my sweater before slipping my feet into my shoes as well.

“Yes, but where for dinner?” I questioned. “I wish I had brought something a little dressier.”

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