Page 71 of Weston’s Treasure

“It totally is. You just assume because you’re good-looking and have superpowers in the bedroom I’d fall madly in love with you.”

He let the good-looking and superpowers comments go, though he was keeping those in his back pocket for a later date. Something he’d use to tease her with.

“You were madly in love with me before you had my cock and I know it.”

“You’re crass.”

“Maybe.”

“And annoying.”

“Probably.”

“And infuriating.”

“Yet you still love me.”

“Whatever. How much longer until we stop?”

Weston checked the road signs and was calculating when their next stop would be when Silver broke the silence.

“You’re shaking with it again. I swear if you laugh at me again I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Can’t help it, babe, you’re hilarious.”

Then he laughed again. And Silver pretended to be pissed. It lasted all of fifteen minutes. Then Weston caught her smiling.

24

“Hands and knees,” Weston growled against my pussy.

We were in the hotel room. He’d just finished licking me clean after he’d feasted between my legs. I scrambled to the position he wanted and waited.

His big hand spanned my hips, holding me steady as he plunged into me.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned and my pussy spasmed around his thick cock.

His body curved around mine, one hand playing between my legs, the other rolling my nipple, his mouth at my neck.

“How rough you want my cock, babe?”

“Rough.”

“Hold on, baby.”

I was holding on.

“You’re gonna feel me next week, Silver.”

Yes! I wanted that.

“You’re gonna feel me and know how much I love your pussy.”

I wanted that, too.

“Fuck, you’re wet, baby, it’s coating my cock and dripping down my balls.”

I probably was—that was how turned-on he made me.