Peyton's Pleasure (32 page)

He
g
a
ve
a
ho
r
s
e
shout
a
nd
h
e
ld
on
ti
g
ht
l
y to
h
e
r
h
ea
d.
S
he
smil
e
d
ar
ound
him
a
t
the kno
w
l
e
dge she h
a
d
do
n
e th
a
t
to
him.
His
f
in
g
er
s
c
u
r
l
e
d
into
h
e
r
h
a
i
r
,
pul
l
ing most
of
it
f
r
om
the
c
lip
to
fa
ll
ov
e
r
h
e
r should
er
s
a
nd into h
e
r
f
a
ce
.
S
he
look
e
d up
a
t him
a
nd humm
e
d.

“
God,
y
e
s,
b
a
b
y
.
J
ust
li
k
e th
a
t.”
He
pull
e
d
h
e
r
h
a
ir b
ac
k
fr
om
h
e
r
face
, but
h
e
ld onto it like
the
re
ins of
a
h
o
r
s
e.

Pe
y
ton
c
ontinu
e
d su
c
k
ing
him to the
b
ac
k of
h
e
r
th
r
o
a
t, sw
a
llowing
e
v
e
r
y on
c
e
in
a
whil
e
.
I
t
took
h
e
r
b
r
e
a
th
a
w
a
y to
s
e
e
this big m
a
n
r
e
du
ce
d
to
sh
or
t
s
e
nt
e
n
ce
s
a
nd
some
int
ere
sti
n
g nois
e
s.
S
he kn
e
w
the
inst
a
nt
he
b
e
g
a
n
to
g
ea
r
up
to
c
om
e
.
His
b
a
lls
d
re
w
up inside
his
s
a
c
a
nd
his
h
a
nds
b
eca
me
mo
r
e
d
e
m
a
nding in
h
e
r
h
a
i
r
, holding
h
e
r
down
on
his
di
c
k
f
or
lon
g
e
r
p
er
iods
of
tim
e
.
J
u
s
t
wh
e
n she kn
e
w
he would
c
o
m
e
,
h
e
r t
a
ste buds
r
ea
d
y
,
he pull
e
d
out
of h
er
mouth
a
nd
g
r
a
bb
e
d
h
e
r
s
hould
er
.
His
c
o
c
k
er
upt
e
d,
sp
e
wing his
s
eed a
ll
ov
e
r
h
e
r
c
h
e
st.
His
h
a
nd
c
ontinu
e
d
pumping
f
o
r
a
f
e
w
s
e
c
onds lon
g
e
r
o
n
c
e
h
e’
d
f
inish
e
d
.

He l
ea
n
e
d
ov
e
r h
e
r with
his
h
a
nds
a
g
a
inst
the
w
a
ll
to
hold
him up
r
i
g
ht.
His l
e
g
s t
r
e
mbl
e
d with the
eff
o
r
t.
S
he
st
a
r
t
e
d to st
a
nd
up
a
nd he
g
ra
bb
e
d o
n
e
of
h
e
r
a
r
ms to h
e
lp h
er
.

“
You n
ee
d
a
noth
e
r
sho
w
er
,”
he
s
a
id, l
a
u
g
hi
n
g
sh
a
ki
l
y
.

“
Y
ea
h,
but without
y
ou
i
n the
show
e
r
with m
e
.
W
e
g
e
t sid
e
t
r
a
c
k
ed
too
ea
si
l
y
.”

“
I
h
a
v
e
pl
e
n
t
y
of
willpow
er
,
it
’
s
y
ou
who
won
’
t
b
e
h
a
v
e
,
”
he
told

h
er
.

“
W
e
ll,
who
e
v
e
r
it
is
n
e
e
ds
to
w
a
it
in
the
b
e
d
r
o
o
m
while
I
r
inse o
ff
.”
S
he
pull
e
d the
sho
w
e
r
c
u
r
t
a
in
a
side
a
nd
g
a
ve
him a
little
nud
g
e
.

On
c
e he
w
a
s
out
of the tub,
he
g
r
a
bb
e
d
a to
w
e
l
a
nd
b
e
g
a
n
to
d
r
y o
ff
.
A
b
ea
d
o
f
w
a
t
e
r
ra
n
down
his
c
h
e
st,
hitting his
nipple
a
nd
g
oi
n
g
ar
ound
it
to
f
ollow
a
n
o
th
e
r p
a
th
down
to
his
p
e
lvis,
wh
er
e it
w
as
p
r
ompt
l
y d
r
i
e
d
o
f
f
.
P
e
y
t
on
bit
h
e
r
low
e
r
lip
a
nd
h
a
pp
e
n
e
d
to
look
up,
ca
t
c
hi
n
g
him looking
d
o
wn
a
t h
er
.

“
W
h
a
t
?
”

“
Nothin
g
,
”
he
s
a
id,
g
r
in
n
in
g.

“
Y
ea
h,
r
i
g
ht.
Nothi
n
g
with
y
ou
is
som
e
thin
g
,
a
nd
th
a
t
som
e
thi
n
g is
a
lw
a
y
s
d
a
n
g
e
r
ous.”