Page 72 of Sugar Coated Secrets

I grip the elastic waist to her joggers. “Lift for me, baby.”

She does, and I slide the pants off easily, taking her panties with them. If I can, I’ll keep her dressed like this daily for easy access.

I kiss her landing strip and part her legs, hooking her knees over my shoulders. Our eyes lock, and the sight of her has me almost coming in my pants.

“I want to hear my name when you orgasm, Sadie.”

She nods and inches lower, eager for me to claim her sweet heat. I blow on her clit, then lick it. She moans and shifts her hips even lower.

I kiss her sensitive bud then lick her slit. She tastes like heaven on my tongue. A frenzy builds in me, driving my actions. When she touches my hair, I suck her clit into my mouth.

She arches her back. “Oh God.”

“Not God, Sadie,” I whisper over her moist mound. “If you want more, you have to say my name.”

“Easton. Please, Easton,” she begs.

Having her naked on my kitchen counter might be the most erotic thing I’ve seen. I’ve had women bent over the surface, face down. I like to see all of Sadie, though. Her body, her small but plump tits, those luscious lips, and the expression of ecstasy she makes when she comes.

Talk about picture perfect.

I lick her sex again and watch as her eyes close. My girl. I keep my gaze on her as I fuck her with my tongue and pinch her nipples at the same time. She squirms, her lips forming a sensual O as she pants. I’d love to have my dick in that mouth. Tomorrow maybe.

I remove my hand, part her slippery folds, and suck on her clit again.

“I need to feel you,” she breathes and meets my gaze, her eyes glossy, her lids heavy with desire.

“You want this?” I push two fingers into her moist heat.

“Yes.” Her head falls onto the counter.

I pump my fingers and lick her clit, holding her pelvis still as I enjoy her delicious sex.

“Fuck, Sadie,” I hiss. “You taste like warm dessert on a winter’s day.”

I add a third finger, pumping fast and deep, paying attention to when she moans louder, and squirms more. Her hand finds my hair again, and she grinds against my face. I can barely move my fingers. I want nothing more than to shove my dick so deep inside her, she’ll feel me for days. I resist and feast instead.

In a swift move, I clutch her ass with one hand, lift her off the counter to my mouth, and use the other to fuck her senseless. She gives into my control, her muscles soft, her body mine for the taking, however I please. I suck her clit and pump my fingers in and out so hard my biceps start to burn. She loves it, begs, pants, calls my name multiple times. She stops breathing for a moment, and her body stiffens, her tight walls clamping on my fingers while she cries out in ecstasy.

I wait until she’s finished orgasming, then lick up every drop of her, needing more, fearing I’ll always need more.

Her body hangs limp in my arms and sweat dampens her skin. Gently, I lower her ass to the counter. She’s going to feel what I did to her. I’m sure. Hell, I felt the punishment in my arm, and the last thing I am is weak.

“Stay there,” I say, doubtful that she’ll move anyway.

I race to the couch, grab the furry blanket, and take in her naked body sprawled across the counter as I return. Her skin looks tanned next to the white stone, her figure perfect.

Mine. For now.

“Come here.” I wrap her in the blanket and pull her into my arms, cradling her. “You said you needed a shower, right?”

She nods and rests her head on my shoulder. “Easton?” she murmurs.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you?” No one has ever thanked me before.

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