Page 607 of Summer Heat
I see her glance back at me, eyes wide, teeth gnawing on her lower lip. Panting.
Fucking hell, she’s so perfect.
“Don’t you dare close your legs while I’m eating your pussy.”
That’s the only warning I give her before I bury my face in her tight, wet slit.
I don’t let up once. Not until she’s coming hard and fast in my mouth and chanting my name with every breath she exhales.
That’s when I finally flip her onto her back so I can push my very patient, very stiff cock into her slick, swollen pussy.
And with the tail end of her little aftershocks convulsing around my shaft, it only takes me a dozen or so hard, deep strokes before I’m coming inside her.
She’s practically overflowing with my cum before I’m even done pumping into her.
When I’m finally drained—literally and figuratively—I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me. I know I should be a gentleman and clean her up, but I can’t fucking let go of her. So instead, I just cuddle her in close.
A few seconds later, I feel her sharp intake of breath.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
I feel her face heat against my chest.
At her continued silence, I slide my hand through her hair to tilt her blushing face up to me. “Tell me.”
“Your…” Her breath catches again, just as I feel her hips shift. “Your cum is running down my thighs,” she says, her voice a hushed whisper.
Holy fuck, now I’m hardening all over again. “Dammit, Summer. If you want us to get any sleep at all tonight, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”
I punctuate that decree with a slow, deep slide into her steaming hot pussy, currently still filled to the brim with my cum and hers.
It isn’t until I’m fully seated that I feel her body gradually start relaxing.
“Summer?”
“Hmmm?”
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
“Mmmm.”
I chuckle. “So I guess no more insomnia for you tonight?”
She doesn’t even make it to the end of my sentence before she’s asleep completely.
Hell. If I’d known hot, mind-blowing sex was what it’d take to make my little insomniac sleep, I would’ve taken her months ago.
Huh, maybe she’s right about my saintliness.
19
| SUMMER |
WEDNESDAY
(Time: 6:09 a.m.)
I open my eyes and stretch under the covers, blushing when I feel my body aching over last night’s festivities.
