Page 68 of The Road Trip Romance

“What am I doing here?” I say with a laugh.

“You’re sitting on my face, M. I want your pussy suffocating me, right now,” he demands as he presses my ass, trying to get me to move forward.

My eyes widen and I look down at him. “No way, I’m not killing you,” I scoff.

He groans and I don’t have time to respond as he uses all his might to force me up, I lean forward, grabbing the headboard as I begin to fall, my knees involuntarily hitting the bed on either side of his head. He grips my ass hard and pushes me down, and then…oh fuck, he wasn’t kidding.

His tongue swirls around my clit and then goes south. He works that magic tongue in and out of me, over and over as his nose starts hitting my clit, and I swear to God he moves his nose on purpose because, in a matter of minutes, I’ve lost my mind. I am no longer of this world. I am grinding on his face as his tongue plunges into me. I don’t always come from oral sex but this…this is next level. He hasn’t even used his fingers and I’m already coming undone.

He growls against my wet flesh, and I swear his tongue vibrates. I move faster, not caring that I’m making a mess on his beard, not caring about anything at all except coming. Somehow, he slides his tongue deeper inside me and curves it as my clit rubs against his nose and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.

“Tate!” I scream as my body spasms, and I go completely rigid before I turn into a pile of mush. He slides out from under me, and then he presses into me slowly from behind as I still clench my fingers on the headboard.

“Fuck,” he drawls out slowly, pressing a hand on my back so my head goes into the pillow. He begins thrusting faster.

“What happened to slow?” I pant.

“Fuck slow. I need you now,” he growls as he moves faster, the entire bed shaking as he reaches up past my head and grabs the headboard with one hand next to mine, while he grabs my breast and pulls me back against him with the other. This man is a sex genius. The leverage between my body and headboard gives him the ability to move at a powerboat speed.

“Don’t stop!” I cry out as he pistons into me.

“You feel so good,” he grunts, his hand sliding down my body. His fingers find my clit and he rubs it gently in smooth circles, completely the opposite of his thrusts.

“Holy fuck!” I manage as I feel my body catapulting to another release.

I grip his arm and come undone a second time, screaming something incoherent as I do. He follows me a moment later before pulling out and pressing me to him as we both let our breathing return to normal.

“OK, now we can go slow,” he finally says, and I laugh. How is this man so perfect?

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Tate

The alarm is going off when I open my eyes and I groan. It’s still dark out and Sophia is tucked into my side. All I want to do is lie here in bed with her pressed up against me. It’s becoming my favorite part of the day.

Part of me is anxious about what happens now that this trip is ending. Part of me is anxious about even leaving this bed. I feel like she’s a cloud that can slip through my fingers at any moment and just evaporate.

She groans and snuggles closer to me. I kiss the top of her head. “It’s time to get up, sleepyhead,” I whisper.

“Five more minutes, Dad,” she moans into my chest.

I turn us so we’re facing each other and smirk. “I mean, if you’re going to call me Daddy, then I guess we have a whole new kink to explore,” I state.

She grabs the pillow from behind her and throws it at my face. I grab it and wrestle her onto her back as she laughs.

“I’ve pushed two humans out of me. Do not tickle me!” she yelps as my hands go to her sides.

“I mean it, Brooks Tate Anders!” she says loudly.

I stop and lean down. “I’m not sure if Daddy or my full name is more of a turn-on,” I say as I plant a kiss on her sleep-swollen lips.

She rolls her eyes. “Men,” she huffs as she pushes me off her and I roll to my side. I’m treated to her naked ass as she struts to the bathroom. “You coming?” she asks.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I mumble as I run in after her. She squeals as I lift her in my arms and turn on the shower, stepping inside and bringing us both under the spray. We make quick work of cleaning each other before we dress and pack. I keep catching her watching me, in the mirror as we brush our teeth, across the room as we pack, and even in the mirrored door of the elevator as we head to the car.

The car is quieter than normal. Rex drives us to the beach along the shore of Lake Erie. We park and walk over. There’s a long jetty with a lighthouse at the end of it. The sky is just turning a lighter shade of blue as we sit down and watch the sun begin to rise in the east.

“This was fun,” Jordan says as we sit in a row on the jetty.

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