Page 59 of The Road Trip Romance

I nod because for once, I’m at a total loss for words.

“Good, because this,” he says, motioning between us, “is as real as it gets.”

“I think I just swooned.” I giggle because I can’t believe this man is real even with my hand wrapped around his cock.

“Good. Then, I’m doing my job,” he says as he goes back to kissing my breast and then up to my collarbone and neck. He pays extra attention to the sensitive space below my ear before slowly kissing across my jaw to my lips.

“Ladies' choice, M. How do you want me?” he asks as we lock gazes.

“I want to see you,” I breathe as I place the tip of his erection against my entrance after rubbing it through my wet flesh.

He smiles down at me. “Good, because I want to see you too.”

He presses his hips forward just a little until the head of his erection is inside me. OK, maybe he isn’t as big as he appears, like the side-mirror warning on cars. It’s an optical illusion. And then he starts to slide inside me.

“Relax, baby. I’ll go slow,” he encourages as he pulls out and back in, over and over, going a little deeper each time until he’s able to fully seat himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, Tate…the rumors are very true,” I say as I take another steadying breath trying to keep my inner muscles relaxed.

He kisses my jaw. “I maybe never corrected those rumors. My fragile ego couldn’t take it.”

I giggle and he groans. “I need to move now, M. Are you good with that?”

“Please,” I plead as I move my hips, feeling him buried deep inside me. I’ve never felt this full during sex. He’s touching every spot inside me and also grinding his pelvis against my clit in the most delicious way.

“Keep doing that,” I cry out as I feel myself starting to come again. He keeps moving, increasing his pace and I claw at his back. He grabs my ankles and places them on his upper arms opening me up further as he slides a fraction of an inch deeper. We both moan.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” I ask.

“It’s only been a week,” he counters.

“That’s too long,” I groan as I start to shake with an impending orgasm.

“One day was too long, Sophia. We’re going to make up for that all night,” he says as he slams hard into me and I go flying over that invisible cliff into the abyss, not wanting to ever come back from it.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Tate

Sophia’s muscles clamp down hard on my cock, and I see stars. Fuck, she’s incredible. How the hell did we wait a whole week?

“I’m not going to last, baby. But we can go again in a few minutes,” I groan as I feel my balls draw up and I thrust harder, looking for my own release as I lift her legs a bit higher.

“Oh, God, don’t stop. Right there,” she cries out and I know I’m angled just right to hit her G-spot.

“Come with me,” I whisper as I look into her eyes. Her mouth falls open and we both cry out as we come, her inner muscles milking every last ounce out of me.

As I come back to awareness, I slow my movements until I’m just lying there, holding her legs up while still buried deep inside her. My cock twitches once more and she moans.

“I knew it’d be good,” I declare as I slowly pull out of her and let her legs fall to the bed. I crawl up to the pillows and pull her with me. She lays her head on my chest and we both breathe heavily.

“The rumors really are true,” she whispers with a laugh.

“Enlighten me on these rumors,” I tease as I run a hand over her ass and she shivers under my touch.

She lifts her head and looks up at me. “Nope. Can’t,” she says as she lies back down.

I poke her rib, and she laughs. “Tell me!” I say loudly.

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