Page 83 of Sweetest Sin
But she wants more than sex in a club. She wants a relationship, a partner to have a family with. She wants what her mom wanted, but her father wasn’t capable of giving it to her. And I want to be the one to give her everything she wants. The thought of another man giving her anything has me seeing red, and I know that I’ll never be able to let her go. I’ll kill anyman who touches her, and the only way to prevent that from happening is to ensure she never leaves me.
When I’m down to only my briefs, I reach for them, but before I can take them off, Peyton pops up and grasps them first. With her body flush against mine, she kisses me slowly and deeply as she slides my briefs down my thighs, then fists my cock in her delicate hand.
She strokes it up and down while we kiss, and it takes everything in me not to toss her onto her back and fuck her into tomorrow. Instead, I enjoy her touch, letting her control the situation.
She breaks the kiss, trailing her lips across my stubbled jaw and then along my neck and down my throat. When she gets to my chest, she circles my nipple with her tongue, then does the same to the other one.
“Peaches,” I groan, fisting my hands at my sides.
“Hmm,” she hums, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.
She runs her tongue down my torso, kissing each of my abs before sliding onto her belly until she’s face-to-face with my cock.
“I never got to explore in the Dominican Republic,” she says, placing a kiss on the tip of my crown.
She swirls her tongue along the slit, and I fist the back of her hair, wanting to push her mouth onto my shaft. Thankfully, she opens her pretty little mouth and takes me all the way down her throat, gliding her tongue along my shaft.
Then, she glances up at me and, with mischief in her eyes, says, “Fuck my mouth. I know you want to.”
And because she’s right, I do as she said. With my fingers wrapped tightly around her hair, I slide her mouth on and off my length, slowly picking up speed. She suctions her cheeks, firmly wrapping her lips around my cock, and takes it as I fuck her mouth. With every stroke, my cock gets wetter, the feel of hermouth on me almost as good as when her tight cunt takes me, until she’s dripping saliva down the sides of her mouth and all over my shaft while she grinds her cunt along the bed, trying to get herself off as well.
I can feel the pull in my balls, and I know I’m close, but I’ll be damned if she comes from the friction of the goddamn mattress.
I pull my cock out of her mouth, and she pouts. Before she can ask questions, I pull her into my arms and lie on the bed with her on top of me. I give her a hard kiss. Then, I flip her around, so her bare cunt is in my face and my dick is in hers.
She doesn’t have to be told what to do. She immediately goes to town on my cock, licking and sucking, while I give the hood of her pussy an open-mouthed kiss.
With her legs hugging my face, I get to work, feasting on her pussy. She’s soaking wet, and I can taste my dried-up cum from earlier, but it only turns me on more, knowing she’s been sitting here with my cum coating her walls.
I spread her lips open, and my mouth latches on to her clit. I lick and suck, determined to get her off before she makes me come.
It’s close. My balls tighten, but before I blow my load, Peyton loses the battle, coming all over my face. Her cunt gushes, and I lap it all up, licking her through her orgasm as I come down her throat.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, rolling off me and wiping her swollen lips. “That was …”
“It’s only the fucking beginning,” I tell her, repeating my words from four years ago.
Only this time, I’m not referring to our night together. I’m talking about our future.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, scooping her up and carrying her into the shower.
“So you keep saying.” She smirks, reaching up and palming the side of my face. “But those are just words. If you want me to be yours, then you’re going to have to show me that you deserve to be mine. And, Dominick … stop destroying my damn panties!”
28
Peyton
The walls area light shade of gray, unlike the white in the room I’ve been staying in. The furniture is black. The bed is bigger, more comfortable. And for a moment, I question where I am until the memories from last night surface—going to the club with Brielle, Dominick showing up and almost having that guy killed for touching me, having sex with Dominick in the club, in his bed, in the shower … in his bed again.
I’m in his bed.
I peel my lids open, but he’s not in bed with me. He left …again.
I sigh, wondering if I’m ever going to learn my lesson with this man. Then, I spot a note propped up where he should be, addressed toPeaches.
Peaches,
Five years ago, I made the mistake of not leaving you a note, and I’m nothing if not a man who learns from my mistakes. Our son woke up, and I figured you’d want to sleep in. Join us downstairs when you’re ready.
