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I keep going. Sliding low, tracing my tongue along her slit, slipping into her, tasting the two of us, and the musk that’s her.

Sadie groans low. I tongue fuck her, down and up, always coming to her clit to tease, a steady beat of movements until she’s panting. Until she’s wetter than before. Until she’s pushing into my face. Her fingers are grasping at me and she’s chanting yes.

I stop, and rise. Her face is flushed and she’s shooting pure murder at me.

I drop a kiss on her mouth. “I think we should take this somewhere more comfortable.”

And because I want to, because I can, I pick her up and she wraps about me and I take her to my bedroom.

“Asshole,” she says.

In my room I drop her on the king bed and she looks good on the sea of navy and gray, splayed, open, inviting me in. She rises on her elbows, parting her legs wider for me and giving me that look that both dares me and tells me to go fuck myself, that look I know, that look which gets me hot.

Only this time, it’s saying fuck you and fuck me and I’m very much into the latter when that invite comes from Sadie Hess.

I go down, making my way up her sweet body, kissing and tasting, nipping her inner thighs, just above her clit, deliberately missing all those delicious parts that make her shake apart because I really am an asshole and I want to tease her into a mindless state, one where she can’t think, only feel.

Up I go, sucking a spot on her hip, biting her stomach, kissing her breasts, her throat, her shoulder, and then I take her mouth as I push into her.

This time we take it slow, a measured fuck that’s erotic, a test in patience, one we both lose as that urgency comes over me. Her, too, from the way she moans and pulls at me, how she pushes up to meet each thrust, how her hands bite at me, like she’s trying to get me further into her, and I want that.

It’s no longer a game. It’s a wordless merge, one of wild storms and high seas of need and pleasure that hovers, drawing me in. She’s tight, so tight. And hot. Her slickness takes me each time I pound into her and her sharp little gasps of air a symphony just for me.

I want to lose myself in her, so far I come out the other side, born and free of her.

And as she shatters around me, dragging me into that release, I don’t think I am.

Not at all.

Chapter Seventeen

Kingston

Ikiss her because I want to. Because I have to. She’s a fever, a need, and she’s there.

This thing between us burns hotter than the sun, and continuously shoving it on some kind of backburner doesn’t work.

Sadie tastes divine.

Her mouth opens beneath mine and I slide down into her. She’s hot and wet and willing and I pull her to me as she wraps around me.

The need doesn’t dissipate, it grows and there are too many clothes.

The kiss morphs into carnal hunger and we’re at each other, pulling and touching until clothes go flying. I need her. Any way I can get her. I’m hard. Harder than I’ve ever been in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as Sadie.

She’s in her bra, a lacy black number that clings to those soft, sweet mounds and I push my hand in her short hair, grasping, pulling her into me for a hungry kiss, one she takes and runs with.

Her hands slide over me, to my belt and she sits up, breaking the kiss and she looks at me, eyes molten rivers, and the look she gives shoots down to my gut, and my cock throbs. She’s at the fly of my trousers and I help her. We’re both in each other’s way, consumed with the need for the other.

I pull at her jeans and she gets up and peels them off and then she’s on me, hot and lithe, her mouth seeking mine. I need her. It’s like air itself, that need. A beat and throb of such power I’m helpless to do anything but free myself to her hot hand, and she wraps about my thickness, my length, and begins to give me a hand job and she’s lucky I don’t come then and there.

She straddles me, her lace-clad pussy hovering above where she’s working me and I want every part of her exposed. I want to explore her mouth again, her breasts, but fuck, I really want that hot little cunt.

I slide my hand down, fingers curling, down between her thighs, pushing up both sides of her, moving along the soft, wet heat of her outer lips and she hisses out air, pushing her hips, her pussy to my fingers.

Obliging her wordless request, we look at each other as I slip a finger, then two, beneath the lacy edge of her panties and then up into her.

Sadie cries out, biting her lip and she half closes her eyes, riding my fingers, grinding down into me and she shatters, coming hard and fast, the clench of her muscles on my fingers pushing me right to the edge.

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