Page 130 of Protecting Peyton

I stroked his length. “Oh, yeah. They don’t call me Panting Peyton for nothing.”

He laughed as he pumped two fingers into me. “Peyton isn’t even your name.” He thumbed my clit.

I moaned and sped up my hand job. “I need you.”

That was an understatement. With all that had happened, I’d been serious about not knowing how many days I had left. I cupped his balls with my free hand. Loving how his finger play revved my engine, I yanked hard on his cock.

He leaned over to suck my nipple and released it with a pop. “Right back at ya, Angel,” he gritted out. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you again.”

My core clenched with his words. I was wound so tight, just the thought of his mouth on me was almost too much to handle.

He pulled his fingers out and licked them with a smile.

That nearly undid me.

A single bang on the bedroom door was followed by, “I want to get her to the safehouse now.” Lucas’s loud voice came through the door.

Zane pulled away.

I instantly felt the loss of his touch and shook my head at him, mouthingno.

“Let’s get a move on,” Lucas yelled.

I reached out, pleading for him to stay. Dejected, I slid down off the counter when he walked back into the bedroom.

“Sorry, Lucas,” Zane explained. “She says she’s not going anywhere until she gets clean. I think that’s girl talk for give her an hour.”

I swallowed my giggle. That was my man.

“Okay,” Lucas gave in. “Hurry her as much as you can.”

“Copy that,” Zane replied. After a moment, he returned with a condom in his hand.

I scooted back up on the edge of the counter and held my hand out.

He handed it over and leaned forward to kiss me. “We’ll have to be quick.” He palmed my breast.

I leaned into his touch. Every part of me was super sensitive. Ripping open the packet, I took his cock in hand again. “I can be quick.” It was completely truthful. I was a giant puddle of need for this man.

He sucked in stuttering breaths as I rolled the latex down his length with multiple strokes of my fingers. Yes, he liked my hands on him.

When I finished, he took his cock in hand and stroked himself a few times before teasing me by rubbing his tip against my clit.

Shuddering at the sensation, I widened my legs for him and grabbed his biceps. Now that I had him here, I didn’t want to let go of him. My need was a roar of rushing blood in my head. “Please.” I didn’t have more coherent words.

“I’m right here, Angel. You want me to slide my cock into your hot, wet pussy?”

“Uh-huh.” I wriggled against his tip.

“Tell me.”

“I want your cock inside me.”

“Dirtier, Angel.”

“I want you to fuck me right here, right now, with that big, bad cock of yours.”

He pressed his tip against my entrance.