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“Apparently not,” she agreed. “Who knew?” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “How’d you know I’d like that?”
“You certainly seemed to enjoy when I was a little rougher with your clit, so I figured it might be your thing.”
“Good to know,” she agreed. She pushed back toward him as best as she could. “Can you please just go already?”
He swatted her pussy again, and she moaned loudly.
“So greedy, Peyton.”
She felt the blush crawl up her face just before he said, “I fucking love it.” And any embarrassment she’d been feeling disappeared.
“Then don’t keep me waiting.”
“A little longer won’t hurt ya.” He ran his tongue up her spine, and she shivered. Lord, if she could have jumped on his cock right then and there she would have. She wanted him inside her.
“Ryan,please.”
He pressed himself to her entrance, and in one deep thrust, he seated himself fully. “That’s what I was waiting for.”
Crap, she’d practically begged him. But as he moved his hips, she honestly didn’t care. Oh, my lord. She tried to move back, but couldn’t gain traction with her feet off the floor.
Ryan reached down and moved her leg so her knee was on the bed, allowing her to push back against him the way she wanted. When he thrust deep, she moaned as he hit the spot she needed.
“Oh my god, right there,” she told him.
He thrust into her. Peyton’s nipples tightened as they rubbed back and forth against the mattress while he pounded into her. Ryan reached around and rubbed her clit, and Peyton’s orgasm built. His breathing changed behind her as he thrust harder and harder into her. She could feel how close he was. She just hoped he could hold off a little longer until she came again. Ryan pinched her clit hard, and she screamed out her release, taking him along with her.
He collapsed against her back. “Holy fuck,” he muttered.
After several seconds, he finally stood up and dropped the condom into the garbage can beside the bed. Peyton never moved.
He scooped her up and set her fully on the mattress. Picking up the pile of pillows they’d used, he held them in his hand as he looked at her. “You up for me sticking around for round two, or would you rather I got out of here?”
She smiled drunkenly. “The answer is always going to be round two.”
Ryan grinned and nodded his head. “That’s what I like to hear.”
He settled the pillows and dropped into the empty space beside her. Sticking out his arm, he pulled her into his chest.
“Wow, great sex and a cuddle. You might just be the best fake boyfriend ever,” Peyton teased as she snuggled up against his muscular chest.
“Might be? Fuck that. There’s no question I’m the best fake boyfriend ever.”
Peyton snorted. “My god, not everything is a competition.”
“Who are you kidding? Everything in life is a competition.”
Peyton glanced up at Ryan, his blue eyes looking back at her. Did he really believe that? If so, that was kind of sad. There was more to life than fighting to be the best all the time.
“What do you do for fun?” she asked.
“Jesus, woman, I just showed you some of my best work, and you have to ask?”
Peyton snickered. “Right, sorry. I meant besides the obvious.”
“During the season, honestly, not much. I’m too busy.” He yawned so big his jaw cracked loudly. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” She pushed off him. “I’m going to grab a glass of water. You want one?”
