Page 60 of The Road Trip Romance

“Your head is already too big. Anymore stroking that ego and it won’t fit out the door tomorrow.”

I laugh. God, I love her sassy personality. Other women would just coo, and tell me how fucking big I am, but not Sophia. She puts me in my place, and I love that.

“Well, your head…” I trail off as I run a finger over her hip and down her thigh. “And your body are perfect.”

She groans and buries her face against my sweaty chest.

“Don’t even say it. You. Are. Perfect,” I state again.

“I’m…average,” she retorts.

I slap her ass and she yelps.

“Hey!” she says loudly.

“How do you not see it? You are the most beautiful woman I’ve met, inside and out,” I say as I roll us back over so she’s beneath me.

I sit up on my haunches and gaze down at her as if she’s a coveted prize. I run a finger over her stretch marks and the softness around her belly.

“Your body tells a story, a beautiful story. It’s soft and supple and all I can think about is grabbing your hips as I sink into that sweet pussy again,” I growl as I lean down and plant a kiss just above her clit.

“Is this Tate Anders’s Ego Builder Class?” she asks as she runs her hands through my hair, her short nails scratching my scalp in such a delicious way.

“Damn right, it is. You better start studying because there are rewards for getting an A on the next exam,” I taunt as I lick her clit and she shudders.

“Keep that up and I will agree to anything,” she replies on an intake of air.

“Good. Because aside from that big brain, those perfect tits, and these hips, I think this pussy is my favorite part of you,” I declare as I run my tongue around her clit and then down to her entrance that’s still dripping with her release and mine.

“Should we get food?” she asks as her stomach rumbles.

“I’m already eating,” I state in between licks.

“What about me?” she asks. I grab my hardening dick and stroke it.

“Well, you can eat later. I’m very hungry, but why don’t you pick up that phone and order us burgers, fries, and shakes from room service,” I suggest.

“That’s a lot of food,” she protests before she moans under my ministrations.

“Do it,” I growl before giving the inside of her thigh a bite. “We’ll work it off.”

She picks up the phone with a shaky hand and dials room service.

“Hello. I’d like to order two burgers, two fries, and two milkshakes for room eight oh two,” she says as I pulse my tongue on her clit, and her left hand grabs my hair trying to yank me away, but I don’t budge as I take her sweet wet flesh into my mouth and suck.

“Uh-huh,” she says as she tries to keep from moaning.

“Uh, yeah, g-great,” she shudders.

“Th-thank you,” she adds and hangs up as I grin against her.

She smacks the back of my head. “You suck!” she says.

I laugh. “I do suck,” I agree as I take her clit back in my mouth and do just that. She cries out my name a minute later as I sink two fingers inside her.

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It’s three in the morning. We’re eating the remnants of our fries while lying back against the headboard. Sophia has shown me photos of her family. She’s talked about college and growing up. I told her about making my first film. And now we’re watchingNottinghillon my laptop.

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