Page 19 of Lost Love

Shifting down, I buried my head between her thighs and went to work tasting her sweet wetness. She writhed as each stroke of my tongue went deeper inside her. Fuck, she tasted like Christmas. I cupped her ass, dragging her even closer, and she pressed her thighs beside my head, groaning out in whimpering pleasure. That sound made my dick harder, and it only took a few more strokes of her pussy to feel her quiver and convulse around me.

Leaning back on the bed, I pulled out a condom from the drawer and started wrapping myself. When I looked up, I found her moving to climb on top of me. Her curls dangled around her neck, her brown eyes dark and greedy as she slid down on my rock-hard erection.

Her tits bounced up and down as she ground on my cock. Gliding slowly, she teased me, circling my tip to the base. Her insides were warm and stole my breath. She adjusted slightly on my cock when I lifted myself. Then, folding forward, she became too much to take. Unable to resist her, I ravaged her, kissing and tonguing her mouth. Her lips opened for me as I tilted her head back, exposing her neck. I released her mouth, sucking and biting from her neck down to her collarbone to her hard, pink nipples.

Her hands tugged at the roots of my hair as she rotated her hips on me.

I groaned out in a husky voice. “Fuck me hard, Pepper.”

And she ground on top of me, her ass bouncing on my thighs each time she slammed onto me. The movement was erotic, and I slapped it hard, causing her to blow out a breath through her clenched teeth.

“More,” she breathed out, and I slapped her ass again with a bit more force.

She moaned and came around me, her pussy squeezing me with each pulse of her orgasm. Watching her come was my undoing. I let out a low growl, and my dick quivered, shooting my load.

She leaned forward so her head rested against my shoulder, and her chest rose and fell as we tried to catch our breaths. Tilting my head against hers, her orchid-scented shampoo invaded my nostrils, and my dick twinged in response—a lot more life left in the fucker. So, needless to say, when she hopped off and cleaned herself up, I was slightly disappointed but didn’t say anything.

“So, Jake called me again,” she remarked like we had just enjoyed a cup of coffee rather than fucking each other’s brains out.

I pulled up my sweats and guzzled a bottle of water on the nightstand, my breath finally resuming its normal flow.

“And he keeps mentioning how happy he is,” she added, snapping on her lace bra then pulling up her thong.

Strangely, I couldn’t take my eyes off her curves, and it was only until she stopped dressing that I realized I hadn’t responded. “He called you to tell you that?”

“And some other stuff, but yeah, that was the gist of it.”

“And?” I felt like she had more to tell me as if she was leaving something out.

“And I don’t know, what do you think?”

“I think he wants you back.”

She snatched her dress off the floor. “Fucking games! Why are all men incapable of honesty?”

I held my hands up in surrender. “Don’t lug me into your all-men-bashing agenda.” She huffed out but didn’t say anything. “What are you going to do?” I countered, curious if she wanted him back too, and if so, did that mean I’d have to give her up so soon? I watched her slide the dress up and over her thighs, up her middle and pull her arms through. The glove-like fit pushed up her cleavage. My dick thickened to life like a goddamn Energizer Bunny.

“I don’t know,” she replied in a low whisper.

My phone rang, interrupting our conversation, and I reached for it. As soon as I saw Alfred’s name, I immediately groaned, sending it to voicemail.

This week he’d again brought up my engagement to Francesca, organizing a dinner in the next week between both families. That only meant one thing—it was imminent. My freedom would soon come to an end.

“Let me guess, Alfred?”

“Yes.” Frustrated, I ran my fingers through my hair before swiping them over my face.

“Is this about his retirement and your engagement?”

“I’m sure it is. I’ve been avoiding him all week.”

She frowned. “Well, maybe this little thing has run its course anyway,” Pepper said, twirling the end of her hair and gazing up at me with mocha-colored eyes.

“Fuck,” I said, swiping the entire contents off my side table. The lamp fell, shattering glass onto the wooden floor, along with my phone and books that were neatly piled below it.

“Connor!” Swiftly Pepper appeared by my side, wrapping her hands around me. She grabbed my arms, pulling them around her waist.

I breathed out a fiery angry breath and settled into her embrace. My dick twinged, springing to life at the scent of her floral body wash. As the tension in my shoulders eased, I pulled her closer, my mind slowed, and my body calmed. Strangely, I was calmer in her arms.

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