Page 100 of Sweet Madness

When he pulls back to look into my eyes, the tenderness in his gaze makes my insides melt, just like every time he looks at me as if I am the most important thing in his world.

Overcome with emotion, I reach up, brushing my fingers lightly against his bearded cheek, feeling the stubble beneath my touch. The kitchen and the music around us seem to fade into the background, leaving only the two of us lost in each other’s gaze.

“I was thinking of eating something else…” he leans forward and whispers against my lips. His breath smells of fresh mint and the beer he had earlier. “Something sweeter.”

Oh, God.

His harsh yet sensual voice does things to my body without even touching me. “W—what?” I struggle to get the word out.

“Your pussy, baby,” He drawls, his voice rough with desire that sends shivers down my spine. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as if he never wants to let go. I don’t ever want him to let go.

“You’re so filthy, cowboy,” I reply softly, my breast aching for his touch and my pussy pulsing with need.

He grins, looking like a handsome devil ready to strike. “You haven’t seen filthy yet.” He then gently takes off my top, and then pulls down my shorts, leaving me in my bra and see through panties only. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you, Ella. I don’t think I will.” He presses his open mouth to my jawline, sending goosebumps down my spine.“I’m addicted and it’s so fucking wrong.”

“It’s not.” I moan as he licks my pulse. “Nothing about us is wrong.” A second pause before he sinks his teeth into the flesh of my neck.

“Ah,” I hiss in pleasure, never in pain. Nothing this man ever does to me hurts. “Shaw…”

“I love the way you say my name.” He roughly took my mouth, kissing me like a madman.

I love his kisses. I love the way with just one kiss he makes me feel like I was his and only his. No one else.

He devours my mouth like I was his favorite treat.

He breaks the kiss and pulls back. In a haze I watch as he reaches for one of the cans of frosting, dips his fingers, grabs a big dollop and spreads it on both of my nipples.

“I thought you didn’t like sugary things.” I tease, then bite my lip when he palms one of my breasts and brings it to his lips to suck on it. He groans behind me and desire floods me, making my blood sizzle inside my veins. “Oh, fuck.”

His eyes twinkle while his tongue swirls my nipple, cleaning all the pink frosting.

I can’t take my eyes off him even when the need to close them was too much. “Please . . . ,” I moan loudly, aching with pleasure. “Please what?” His lips move up my chest to my throat. “Please touch me there.”

He does. Oh, he does. My eyelids droop and I shudder all over. I am close to coming, but then he stops to reach for more frosting. With two thick fingers, he spreads the delicious cream all over my pussy lips.

Just as quickly, he grabs me by the waist, moves me to the edge of the counter and spreads my legs wide and yanks my hips into his mouth. Oh, Jesus. His tongue glides up my pussy over and over again, ending each time with a nibble or sucking. Again, and again. My eyes roll into the back of my head, his lips tugging my clit and making me moan.

He licks and sucks until there was no trace of the frosting all the while moaning in pleasure as if I was the best thing he has ever tasted. The image of him between my legs was making me lose my damn mind.

Lost in pleasure I lift my leg, placing my foot on the edge of the counter, fisting his hair with one hand and grabbing onto his shoulder with the other.

“Don’t stop, baby,” I pleaded.

He bites me, and I let my head fall back, overcome. I roll my hips, thrusting into his mouth, and I peer down, taking in the view. He kisses and tugs, sucking on my inner thighs and swirling his tongue over my slit. “Yes!” I shake, grinding on his mouth faster. “More, Shaw.” He takes my ass in both hands, diving inside me with his tongue, and I cry out. Heat fills my stomach, and I throb as he thrust into me. He licks and tastes me. “You’re so wet for me, princess.” And then he meets my eyes. “But It’s my turn now.”

I pause, my body aching to come on his tongue and every inch of me hot.

Shaw leaves the space between my legs and comes up until his face is close to mine, looming over me. My lips part on their own accord, inviting him to taste my lips. But his attention is on my pussy. He slowly removes his black shirt and quickly takes off his jeans.

He grabs one of my thighs and pins me down, holding me in place. “I wanna see my cock splitting you open.” He gives me the brightest, most heartbreakingly dimpled smile.

And that’s exactly what he does.

Next thing I knew he reaches between us, pushes my thighs open, and slides into me slowly, inch by inch. We both watch his length disappear inside me with awe, our foreheads touching. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done with anyone. Everything this man does is hot and sweet and perfect.

He pushes all the way inside, making my hips buckle. “Oh, God.” I drop my head back to the floor, closing my eyes.

My orgasm hits me, and I only have to wait a second before Shaw’s nostrils tighten, his jawline tick, and he pulls out to finish on my stomach and pussy lips.

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