Page 86 of Waiting For Fate

“Okay.” She nods, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, pulling my lips back to hers. My hands grip her thighs when her tongue slides across my lips and she presses herself closer to me. I reach the side of her lace underwear and rip them at the seams, eliciting a small gasp from her before letting the fabric fall out of the way, allowing me to slide my fingers inside her.

As soon as I do, she moans and bites down on my lip, causing me to let out a moan of my own. I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit her sweet spot as she paws at me like she can’t get enough. Finally, she pulls her lips from mine and I am rewarded with the sweet sound of her little pants.

“Sawyer, oh god!” Her hips rock in rhythm with me, and as soon as my thumb presses against her clit and my fingers curl inside her, she comes apart. Letting her arousal completely soak me, her nails dig into my arms as her climax hits and it awakens the animal inside of me that is absolutely starved for this woman. I pull her from the dresser and walk to the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

The remnants of her underwear fall to the ground and once we reach the mattress I sit with my back to the headboard, letting her straddle my lap. She bites down on her lip when I let my thumb run over the floral detail of the lace on her bra. My hands sneak around her back and release the clasp, pulling the straps from her shoulders before the fabric is laying on my chest and her perfect, full breasts are finally on display for me.

“Fuck.” Her cheeks are rosy, her tits heavy with desire, and her perky nipples are begging for my attention. “You are perfect.” I grip her waist, pressing my painfully hard cock against her, the arousal from her first orgasm soaking through my boxers. I take my time pinching and sucking each of her nipples into my mouth, trying to get my fill of her in every way possible.

Truth is, I’ll never get my fill. She’s already become a drug for me, and I’m a willing addict.

I kiss her from her chest to the slope of her neck before tilting her head so she’s looking at me again.

“Lift up on your knees.” She does as instructed and I slide down until my head is flat on a pillow below me.

“What are you doing?” she giggles, her legs being spread wider to allow for my shoulders to fit between them.

“I want you to ride my face.” Her mouth pops open then snaps shut again.

“Uh, I don’t— What do you mean?”

“I mean, sit your sweet pussy right here.” I gently pull her up once more to line her entrance up with my mouth. “And ride my face the same way you were riding my hand when I had you falling apart on that dresser a minute ago and come down my throat.”

“You have a filthy mouth.” Her cheeks flame red as she’s looking down at me.

“Dove, you haven’t heard the half of it.” I try to gently pull her down, but she flexes her muscles and keeps herself hovering above me.

“You’re gonna suffocate!” she argues.

“Then let me die fucking happy.” I pull her down and this time she falls into place with a gasp when my tongue slides into her. The animalistic groan that comes out of me must encourage her to relax a little because as my tongue glides from her entrance to her clit, she starts grinding her hips and without prompting, grabs onto the headboard. I reach up and play with her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples as little moans of pleasure fall from her lips.

“Fuck, Sawyer, fuck!” Leah cries out, riding my tongue like it's her sole purpose on earth.

When she looks down at me, I shoot her a wink and she comes down my throat with my name on her lips. She rides out every wave of her orgasm and I relish every moment she’s seated on my face. She slides down my body—allowing me to sit upright—her cheeks flaming, and her expression sated, a vision of absolute perfection. I brush her hair back with my hands, taking her lips in mine.

“Lay back for me, baby.” I rub the tip of my nose over hers when her eyes fly open.

“Wait!”

CHAPTER 37

LEAH

“What’s wrong?” Sawyer pulls back with his eyes trained on mine.

“No, nothing is wrong, I just. Before we—” I let out a frustrated breath.

Just fucking say it, Leah.

“I want you to teach me how to give you a blow job.” I try to look as confident as I miraculously managed to sound, but I can feel my cheeks betraying me when they flame. The devilish smirk on his face makes my pussy ache even though I’ve already come twice in the last ten minutes—stupid whore vagina.

“You want to suck my cock, baby?”

Ohhhh my god.

“Yes… If that’s okay with you.” I tip my chin up but the growl he lets out has me ready to hit my knees.

“Alright, up.” He slaps my ass and we stand next to the bed.

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