Page 99 of One Spicy Summer

Presley clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, while I press her against the wall, grinning like an idiot.

‘That was close,’ she mouths.

I nod, heart still racing, not from getting caught, but fromher. Always her.

After a few minutes, once the coast is clear, I kiss her forehead.

"Round two back at my place?" I murmur.

Her answering smile could’ve lit up the whole damn shop. "Only if you think you can keep up this time."

I growl, scooping her up, bridal style as she squeals. "Princess, you’re gonna be the one begging for mercy."

Presley

We barely make it through Rygaard’s front door before he has me pinned against it.

His mouth is everywhere, my throat, my jaw, the corner of my lips, greedy and wild like he is making up for lost time.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” he growls against my skin.

I barely get my shirt over my head before he’s tugging at my jeans, yanking them down with a roughness that makes my knees weak.I gasp when he drops to his knees in front of me.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters, voice wrecked. His hands grip my thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints as he shoves them apart. “You’re so fucking pretty, Presley.”

Then his mouth is on me, hot, filthy,devastating.

I cry out, grabbing his hair, shameless in the way I grind against his face. He moans like he loves it, like he is the one getting wrecked, and the vibrations send me spiraling.

“Rygaard, I- ” I gasp, but he just growls and pins me harder, dragging his tongue over me slow anddeepuntil my legs buckle.

I come undone against his mouth, shaking and whimpering, and he only pulls back when I physically push at his shoulders.

When he stands, his mouth glistens. He wipes it with the back of his hand, smirking darkly.

"Not even close to done with you."

He spins me around, pressing my front against the door, and nudges my legs apart.I feel him line himself up, his cock thick and hot against my entrance, but he doesn’t push in, not yet.

He leans over, his breath hot in my ear. "You want it rough, baby?" he rasps. "Want me to ruin you?"

I whimper, nodding desperately.

"Use your words," he says, nipping at my neck. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," I gasp. "Hard.Please."

That is all he needs.

He slams into me in one deep, brutal thrust, and I cry out, clawing at the door. He sets a punishing rhythm, fucking me like he can’t get deep enough, rough and relentless, one hand tangles in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.

"You feel so good," he grits out. "So tight for me."

I am babbling, incoherent, every thrust knocking the breath out of me. I don’t even realize I’m crying until he leans down, licking a stray tear off my cheek.

"Too much?" he whispers, still driving into me.

"Don’t youdarestop," I sob, pushing back against him.

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