Peyton's Pleasure (41 page)

“
Y
e
s!
R
y
k
er
!
”
S
he
s
cr
e
a
m
e
d
h
e
r
c
lim
a
x
ov
e
r
t
he
phone
just
as c
um shot
fr
om his
c
o
c
k
o
nto his
a
bdom
e
n.

He
stopp
e
d
r
unning his
h
a
nd
up
a
nd
down
his
s
h
af
t
a
nd
f
o
u
g
ht inst
ea
d
to
ca
t
c
h
his
b
rea
th.
His
a
ss
mus
c
l
e
s
cr
a
mp
e
d
fr
om
c
l
e
n
c
hi
n
g

so
h
ar
d.
He
h
a
dn
’
t
j
a
c
k
e
d
o
f
f
like
th
a
t
in
a
lo
n
g
t
im
e
.
M
a
y
b
e
e
v
er
,
he
rea
li
z
e
d.
H
e
ll,
it
f
e
lt
like
his
b
a
lls
should
be
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
out
his
c
o
c
k,
ca
me
so h
a
r
d.

“
Pe
y
ton?
You
st
i
ll
th
ere
,
b
a
b
y
?
”
He
sw
a
llow
e
d,
t
r
y
i
n
g to
w
e
t
his d
r
y
th
r
o
a
t.

“
Umhum.
C
a
n
’
t
ca
t
c
h
m
y
b
r
ea
th.”

“
Th
a
t m
a
k
e
s two of
us
.
”
He
l
a
u
g
h
e
d.
“
I
n
e
e
d a
n
a
p now.”

“
Th
a
t
sounds
g
ood
to
m
e
,
too.
I think
I
’
ll
g
o
t
a
k
e
on
e
.”
He
h
e
a
r
d the
r
ustle
of
c
loth
a
g
a
in
a
nd im
a
g
in
e
d
h
e
r
putting h
e
r
c
loth
e
s b
a
c
k on.

He
w
a
sn
’
t
r
e
a
d
y
to
h
a
n
g
up,
but
if
he
w
er
e
g
oi
n
g
to
g
e
t
h
e
r
ov
e
r

h
er
e
a
t his pl
a
ce
, he
n
ee
d
e
d to l
e
t h
e
r
g
o.

“
Pe
y
ton.
I
w
a
nt
y
ou
to
c
ome
ov
e
r
h
e
r
e
toni
g
ht.
You
don
’
t
wo
r
k tomo
rr
ow
r
i
g
ht
?
”
he
a
sk
e
d.

“
No,
I
’
m
o
f
f tomo
rr
ow
a
nd
W
e
dn
e
sd
a
y
.
”
S
he sound
e
d
h
e
sit
a
nt wh
e
n she
c
o
n
f
i
r
m
e
d it.

“
L
e
t
me
g
ive
y
ou
di
rec
t
i
ons.
P
ac
k
a
sm
a
ll
b
a
g
a
n
d
c
ome
ov
e
r
f
or

those two
d
a
y
s.
I
’
ll
t
a
k
e
g
ood
ca
r
e of
y
ou
.
” He
l
e
t
his
voi
c
e d
r
op, knowing
it would sound
s
e
x
y
to
h
er
.

“
I
–
I
n
ee
d
to
be
b
ac
k
h
o
me
b
y
t
h
re
e
Thu
r
s
d
a
y
a
f
t
er
noon
so
I
ca
n

g
e
t
r
ea
d
y
f
or
wo
r
k
.
”

R
y
k
e
r
c
ould
t
e
ll
b
y the
s
t
ra
in
in
h
e
r
voi
c
e
th
a
t
s
h
e
w
a
s
unsu
r
e
of t
a
king th
a
t
st
e
p.
He
k
n
e
w
b
e
tt
e
r
th
a
n
to
push,
so
he
s
a
id
nothing
a
nd w
a
it
e
d.

“
Um, wh
e
n did
y
ou w
a
nt
me
to
c
ome
ov
er
?
”
she
f
in
a
l
l
y
a
sk
e
d.
“
T
a
ke
a
qui
c
k
n
a
p
a
nd
c
ome
on
o
v
e
r
a
r
ound
s
i
x
-
thi
r
t
y
o
r
s
e
v
en

toni
g
ht.” He
h
e
ld
his
b
rea
th,
a
fra
id
h
e
’
d
miss
h
e
r
a
nsw
e
r if he b
rea
th
e
d.

“
I
g
u
e
ss
I
’
ll s
e
e
y
ou th
e
n.
Good
-
b
y
e
,
R
y
k
er
.
”

He list
e
n
e
d
a
s
she hu
n
g
up.
The di
a
l
to
n
e j
a
r
re
d
him
b
ac
k
to
the p
re
s
e
nt
a
nd
he
c
los
e
d
his
ce
ll.
Th
e
n
he
r
oll
e
d o
f
f
the
c
ou
c
h
to
g
e
t
c
l
ea
n
e
d
up.
He
h
a
d
a
f
e
w
thin
g
s
h
e
w
a
nt
e
d
to
do
to
g
e
t
r
e
a
d
y
f
o
r
Pe
y
ton
c
oming
ov
er
.
J
ust the
tho
u
g
ht
of
some
of
t
he
thin
g
s
he
w
a
nt
e
d to
do
to
h
e
r
h
a
d
his
c
o
c
k
sti
rr
ing
with
int
e
r
e
st.
S
h
a
king
his
h
ea
d,
he