Page 17 of Crusher

“Then use it, Sadie.”

At the mention of my own name, something stirs inside me. Like that’s not what he’s supposed to call me, even though I told him I don’t like pet names.

“My woman calls me by my real name. And you’re my woman, so stop fighting it. I thought we covered this last night?” Crusher’s large, muscular body feels good against mine, like a weighted blanket keeping me warm and cozy. And my resistance is crumbling with every passing second, every kiss, each caress of my skin, and sweet word he utters.

“This can’t happen again. Landon,” I repeat.

“Why not?” He kisses my neck again, and I melt a little more. “I know you want to, Sadie. Just say yes.”

He’s right. I do want to, and that’s the problem. We may only have had two nights together, but I’m already becoming addicted. This man has haunted my thoughts for months. No woman in her right mind would turn down the sex of a lifetime with him. Thing is I’m not just any woman. I’m someone who can’t take more heartbreak, more abandonment, or disappointment. It’s easier for me to keep people out and push them away, then face the crushing pain of being left behind. And it’s not just me I have to think about either.

I need to shut this down before Kyle gets hurt too.

“You think too highly of yourself. Don’t let that giant ego make your head explode. It’d be a waste of such a pretty face.”

Crusher chuckles into my skin, then sucks at the delicate flesh of my neck. I can feel it all the way down to my toes when my body quivers from his touch. He kisses his way up to my ear, then whispers, “Oh yeah? You think I’m pretty?”

“Careful. You sound like you’re fishing for compliments.”

“From you? Definitely.” He lightly scrapes his teeth over my earlobe. “But I’m also wondering what’s going on in that head of yours.” He pulls back with curiosity glimmering in his eyes, looking for answers I’m not sure I’m ready to give.

So I stay silent, my gaze falling to his lips, to the mouth that I can still feel on my pussy. Then, his hand slips down the side of my leg, hiking it up and around his waist. I encircle him with my thighs as he lines up his cock with my entrance. He slowly slips inside, my sore body stretching for him, desperate to have him fill me up again.

My head tips back as I moan, and he captures my mouth with his. “At least I know what you’re thinking when I have you like this.”

“You can’t fuck me forever.”

“Don’t challenge me, Trouble. I’m happy to prove you wrong.” Then, he kisses me, and I’m trapped between his massive arms while he drives deep inside my pussy. He’s forceful, ferociously pounding into me as if he can fuck his way into my soul, making himself a part of me whether I want him to or not. His groans fill the room, as does the sound of our skin slapping together, and I relish being the one to make him lose control.

I feel free when we’re like this. Like nothing else matters except the pleasure building between us, and I never want this sensation to end. Because this… this is primal fucking, an absolute need to satisfy the desire we have for one another. To use and enjoy and treasure each other in a way that no one else can.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and tug him toward me, needing to feel the weight of his hard body pinning me in place. He rests his head in the crook of my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin that contrast the rough fucking he’s giving me. His flesh is exposed, so I bite him hard enough to draw blood, dying to know what every part of him tastes like.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he grunts as I lick the mark I’ve left behind. I’m lost in my emotions, momentarily letting go and giving in to what I’m feeling.

Mine.

I flinch at the thought, desperate to hold on to whatever power I have left while warring with the need to submit that power to the only man I know won’t abuse it.

He stills inside me and lifts my chin so I meet his gaze. “Get outta your fucking head, baby. Stay right here with me.”

You have to let someone in sometime, Sadie.

Landon shifts us onto our sides, my back pressed against his front until we’re tightly molded together. I moan in ecstasy when he massages my breasts, tweaking my nipples hard, before he skims his palm down my body and drapes my top leg over his tree trunk of a thigh. Then, he reaches his other hand between my neck and the mattress until he clasps it around my throat, squeezing my airway.

Stars hover at the edge of my vision from the reduced flow of oxygen while he slides his thick cock back inside me. My climax builds and builds as my stomach coils with every deep thrust that lingers each time he presses flush against my ass. Within a few minutes, I’m cursing and screaming his name as though it’s my own personal mantra. Every part of my body is buzzing and I feel drunk off this man. I’m so close. I just need a little bit more.

“Landon…” I whimper.

“I know, baby. Me too.” He reaches between us, grazing his fingers against my clit. I spread my legs wider for him as he strokes that needy spot, making my hips roll in time with his movements. “Just so you know, this ain’t the last time I’ll be in this bed.”

I want to argue, but I know he’s right. I want him to make me feel like this every day of my life. And I know he would, if I’d just let him.

My hand covers his, pushing his fingers harder against me while he rubs my aching clit. The pace of his thrusts increases, until he’s almost frantic, chasing his own orgasm while trying to give me mine. I’m about to come. I can feel it. I’m right there on the cusp. “Landon, Landon, Landon...”

“Scream for me. Let me hear how good I fucking make you feel.” He strums my clit, moving rougher and faster while railing me from behind until I shatter against him, crying out his name.

I’m shaking and slightly dizzy while a peaceful, floating sensation floods my body, as if my mind is drifting away to a blissful place. I’m barely conscious when I faintly hear “Sadie” called out as he falls over the edge too, coming inside me. My pussy clenches around his pulsing cock, and a sleepy smile plays at my lips while he lazily thrusts into me.

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