The Davenport Christmas Chronicles - Piper Davenport Page 0,39
Looks like a jump drive. Actually, it is a jump drive...it just doubles as a pocket rocket.”
He pressed it a little harder against my clit and then slid it back over my folds.
“Mmmm,” was about all I could get out.
“Bend more,” Minus said, and I did so immediately, rewarded with the vibrator pressed against my tight hole.
I whimpered again, frustrated I couldn’t spread my legs more.
The leather hit my ass again, and his hand rubbed the sting away, continuing to push the vibrator inside of me. Then his dick was inside my pussy and he was moving.
God, he was moving.
He gripped my hips, slamming into me over and over, and I forced myself not to scream as a climax washed over me.
I heard the belt fall to the floor and then his hand slid between my legs and he pressed his fingers against my clit, building yet another orgasm in me before slapping those same fingers against my pussy as he continued to slam into me.
“Minus,” I hissed. “Get there, baby.”
He slapped my pussy again, and I could no longer hold back my voice as I came. Hard. Minus wasn’t far behind me, his dick pulsing inside of me as he pulled me to standing and kissed the back of my neck. “How do you feel about your man-child now?”
“Perhaps that was a little hyperbole.”
“Oh, hyperbole,” he said, slowly, sliding his hand to my throat. “Such a big word.”
He was still buried deep inside of me and I dropped my head back onto his shoulder as he stroked my pulse. “Big word for a big man.”
He chuckled. “Good save, Cricket.”
His hand slipped to my breast, cupping it before rolling a nipple between his fingers. I groaned pressing into him.
“I want my panties off,” I begged. “And you on your back.”
“You wanna ride me, Cricket?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
He pulled out of me, tore my panties from my thighs and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist before sitting on the chair at the end of one of the bunks. I shifted so I could impale myself on his already rock-hard cock, leaning down to kiss him as his girth filled me.
“Where’s that vibrator?” I asked against his mouth.
He leaned to the side and snagged it from the top of the pile of his clothes. Turning it on, he pressed it against my clit and I bit my lip as I raised and lowered myself on his length.
I moved faster and faster, losing the vibrator when Minus began to fuck me back. I anchored myself on the back of the chair and we fucked each other into a mind-blowing orgasm that lasted for several minutes. He cupped my breasts, running his tongue over each nipple before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “I love you, Cricket Wallace.”
I smiled, leaning down to meet his eyes. “I love you, too, Jase Vincent.”
“Let’s set the date,” he said. For the umpteenth time.
“No.”
“Why the fuck not?” he demanded, and I separated myself from him.
“I’m wearing your engagement ring,” I said, raising my hand for effect. “Or did you forget?”
“You’ve been wearin’ that ring for a fuckin’ long time, Cricket. Why won’t you set the date with me?”
“Because we are perfect just the way we are and I don’t want to fuck that up.” I snagged my skirt off the floor. “I can’t believe you ruined another pair of my underwear.”
He pushed off the chair and took my skirt from my hand, dropping it back on the floor. “One day, you’re gonna say yes, Cricket.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. But it doesn’t mean I love you any more or less, honey. A piece of paper isn’t going to make my commitment more solid.”
“You wanna have kids?”
“You know I do. Eventually.”
“Then, we’re gonna get married.”
“As you’ve stated a million times.” I cupped his face. “I’m fine with that...eventually.”
He let out a quiet growl and kissed me. “Gonna wear you down.”
“I look forward to it.”
He dropped the subject and we went about getting dressed before making our way out of the room to join our family again. Luckily, the rest of the evening went off without a hitch and I was glad to see my brother and my man making an effort to get along.
Cricket
The next morning, I padded into the clubhouse kitchen to find Poppy making a huge pot of coffee. “I love you the mostest,” I said.
Poppy grinned. “It’s funny that you say that whenever I’m making you coffee.”