Page 58 of Pucking Fake

By the time I get back to the city from Roland and Lauren's place, it's after three in the morning. Peyton is curled up inbed, snuggling my pillow, completely naked. She's a goddess in moonlight, her hair shining like gold.

I groan at the sight of her creamy thigh where it's slipping from the blankets and strip my shirt off over my head. My pants go next, my eyes locked on her the entire time. My cock throbs when she moans my name, shifting restlessly.

I stalk across the room, sliding onto the bed behind her. Even in her sleep, she seems to know I'm there. She immediately scoots back against me, snuggling in against my chest with a cute little sigh.

Her ass brushes my cock.

I should behave and let her sleep.

But I don't.

I gently lift her leg, draping it back over mine…opening her up to me. My dick nudges against her hot little cunt, but I don't slip it in. Not yet. I play with her instead, nuzzling my face against her throat as I stroke her clit.

She moans in her sleep, still dreaming about me.

Christ, I'd pay a fortune for five minutes to walk through her dreams just to see what naughty things she thinks. I already know they're probably kinky as hell. I want to bring every single one of them to life.

Starting with this one. She didn't give me permission to fuck her while she was sleeping for the hell of it. She did it because she wants it.

I notch my cock at her entrance, slowly pushing inside her.

"Fuck," I groan, watching her face. She's so fucking beautiful. Even asleep, she's stunning. I grind my thumb against her clit again, rocking into her in slow pulses.

She moans again, slowly coming awake as I fuck her.

"Mm, Logan," she whispers, tipping her head back against my chest. "I thought I was dreaming."

"You are," I murmur, nipping her shoulder. "Just close your eyes, sweet

Peyton. Let me take care of you."

She whimpers, arching against me.

I touch and fuck her, driving her higher and higher with my lips against her ear, telling her how perfect she feels. How tight she is. How goddamn beautiful she is.

She rocks back against me, meeting every thrust with a soft moan.

"I'm so close," she groans.

"You think I don't know?" I shift slightly, changing the angle so I can go deeper. "You think I can't feel how ready you are to fall apart all over my cock, angel?"

I slip my hand lower, teasing her perfect little asshole.

She whimpers, pushing back against my hand.

"I love you," I whisper.

She topples over the edge, crying out my name.

I follow with a groan, driving into her again and again as her body milks my cock, stealing every last fucking drop.

"I love you too," she whispers.

"Fuck." I nip her throat. "I'm going to need you to say that at least nine thousand times a day from now on, Peyton."

"Mm, no."

I bite her, making her body shake with laughter.

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