Page 87 of Winning the Nightcap

“And what about me? What do I get for putting it on?” she asks indignantly.

“Babe, you’ll get averydifferent kind of thank you,” I say, pulling away from her and standing at the end of the bed. I grip her ankles firmly and pull her in one smooth motion so her ass rests along the end of the bed.

Bec lets out a gasp and the sound echoes off the vaulted ceilings of the bedroom. The lighting is muted, the only source being the two bedside lamps on the nightstands and the gas fireplace in the corner that Bec must have turned on when she came inside. The soft amber haze makes her skin glow, and I run my palms up her calves to hook her legs around my neck.

I grip her thighs, my fingers pressing into her soft curves, pulling her closer to me. I groan at the sight of her perfect pussy wrapped up in black lace crotchless panties.

“You wanna knowmyfavorite dessert?”

“I think I already do,” Bec says breathlessly, leaning up on her elbows to look down at me with a knowing smirk on her face.

“I’m fucking starving, so I plan on having my fill tonight. Now, lean back and grind this perfect pussy on my face.”

I lick her, groaning at the taste of her evident desire. My cock is painfully hard now, pushing against the bottom edge of the mattress. I press another kiss to her soaked entrance before circling her clit with my tongue. Bec moans and grips my hair roughly, her hips tilting up toward me, seeking more contact. I happily give it to her.

“Oh, my god. More, I need more,” Bec says, continuing to rock her pelvis against my tongue.

I drive my tongue into her several times before rimming her slit. When I lick her clit again, I release one of her thighs and slowly press one finger into her, making Bec moan louder.

“How do you want it, gorgeous?” I ask, while pressing anotherfinger into her. I can feel her tightening around my hand as I rock the heel of my palm against her clit, and I know she’s close.

“Fuck me, please. I need you inside me now,” she pleads.

I pull my hand back and stand, which she protests with a small whine. I can’t help but grin at her knowing she feels as needy as I do.

I take off my pants as she scoots up the bed, pulling the tops of her bra down to show me her incredible tits. She bites her bottom lip and tugs on her nipples. I palm my cock at the sight of her sprawled before me, her pussy wet from my tongue, her body lighting up with need.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off you,” I say, unable to mask the raw desire in my voice.

I crawl onto the bed, hungry to taste more of her. I kiss my way up her stomach and take my time sucking and biting her nipples, working my way up her body until I’m kissing her neck. Unable to wait any longer, I kneel between her legs and drive my aching cock into her in one powerful thrust, groaning at the tight feel of her, hot and wet.

We both moan as we find our rhythm together. The passion melting into something soft and gentle.

I grind against her pelvis, applying pressure to her clit with each pulse, and her nails dig into my shoulders where she’s gripping me tightly.

Her mouth drops open and her head falls back as I rock into her. When she comes around my cock, the sounds of her moaning my name causes me to follow her into my own orgasm.

I collapse onto my side, pulling her with me, not allowing for any space between us. Our breaths mingle as they slow and she leans into my neck.

After a few minutes, we decide to take a bath together before going to sleep. The feel of her resting her body against mine in the water brings a sense of peace I’ve never felt before.

When we make our way back to bed, I pull her back against me,drawing small circles on her hip with my thumb. We stay awake for another hour, talking and laughing, soaking up the time together before our schedules separate us again.

I don’t remember us making the decision to go to sleep, but when I wake up the next morning with Bec in my arms, I feel more content than I knew was possible. I hold her close and breathe in this moment, grateful for the incredible woman who decided to give me this chance. The woman I was made to love.

Chapter Fifty-Two

Bec

“Your dad’s been gone a long time, Hop. You ready to give him the cold shoulder when you see him?” I look down at Hopper, whose only response is to let his tongue flop out of the side of his mouth and wag his tail back and forth across the kitchen tile. He sits patiently, waiting for scraps to fall from the counter where I’m making breakfast.

Aiden has been gone for several days playing road games, and I convinced him to leave Hopper with me since Evie’s schedule was busy and she couldn’t be around for him much. He says he doesn’t want to overstep and inconvenience me.

Me. A dog trainer.

Inconvenienced by this sweet baby angel of a dog.

The man isconfused.

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