Page 9 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
She frowned for a moment before I slammed into her, making her cry out over the pleasure.
And that was pleasure.
For both of us.
Her hands rested on my hips, drawing me closer, deeper, and I pushed in even more before pulling back, only to ram her again and again. I pumped into her with a passion I hadn’t felt before, and with a groan, I thrusted even more.
I moved my hands to cup her ass, lifting her hips so that I could go in deeper, hitting a whole new spot.
“There, oh right there, that’s fucking perfect.”
One of her hands slid over her stomach and up to cup her boob, rolling her nipple between her fingers before she tugged and my mouth watered at the image. This woman had no damn idea how hot she was, and it was crazy.
Most women I had been with in bed weren’t this bold, but I was liking that this woman sought her pleasure, not caring what anyone thought.
“So hot,” I groaned loudly, leaning down to capture her other nipple just as hard as my hips were pushing into her.
“I can’t take much more, Keith. Please let me come.”
Fuck, there was that begging again.
I shifted so that I could grind my pelvic bone against her as I thrusted, making her moan. Her nails clawed my back, my ass, my thighs, pushing me onward. And while I wanted to hold out, wanted to give her more rounds before I came, but I couldn’t.
“Let me feel you, Brittani,” I told her, pulling on her nipple and with a loud scream, she came, shaking in my arms as she coated my dick with wave after wave of her glorious release.
I thrusted once, twice, three times before I spilled in her, shouting out as well, my heart pounding in my chest.
And as my hips slowed, only to finally pull out of her, I watched as our mixed juices leaked out and I did something elseI would never do. I moved between her thighs, lapping up what I could before shoving more back into her, claiming her in such a way that wasn’t good for either one of us, but I couldn’t help it.
I also didn’t want to fight it.
But I knew it would only cause more damage.
Chapter 6
Brittani
Igroaned as I rolled over, expecting to hit a warm body, but all I hit was air. I frowned, my hand reaching out to touch the bed. Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting myself wake up before I tried to pick up any noises. Like, I don’t know, maybe the shower was running.
But nope, the room was quiet.
I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. The red digits showed me the time was only a little past nine. However, the bed was cold and the indent of where he should be had faded. So, he had been gone for a while.
I sat up, pulling the sheet up over my breasts and sighed.
“What the hell did you expect, Brittani? A forever after. Keith isn’t built like that. Admit it, you had your first one-night stand and while fucking amazing, it didn’t live up to the standards.”
With a groan, I ran my hand over my face, knowing I would have to get up myself and shower. I hated to wash away the memories, but I needed to.
Actually, screw that, I did want to wash him away.
How dare he ruin my night by coming to the bar that I was trying to escape in and then screw me like he did, only to take it all away.
That man did not deserve my time. Or my smiles. I was done being sunshine to him.
I flicked the covers off, hearing a flutter. With a sigh, I looked over the bed, seeing a note there with his handwriting.
Brittani,
