Page 9 of Sweet as Sugar

I stand up and slowly drag my sweater up my body. His eyes follow every piece of bared skin, his face flushing red and his body as tense as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.

I throw the sweater up and over my head and nod at him. “Your turn. I’m not gonna be the only one going naked here, Sam.”

He grins and then tugs his t-shirt over his head. It flies by my head and I giggle. He nods and I peel a sock off, chucking it at his head.

“You’re gonna pay for messing with me, Sweets. More than a sock, please.”

I pull off the other one, grinning cheekily. He grunts and then tugs off his shoes and socks. “Faster!”

I grasp the zipper on my jeans and slowly tug it down, then shimmy my hips while he rubs at his lips like he’s salivating. Like the big bad wolf he is.

“Oh, hell, Sweets! You’re even more beautiful than I dreamed.”

He tugs off his jeans and then waves a hand at me. Then it’s a race t0 see who can strip the fastest. As soon as we’re both naked he pulls me into his arms and his lips claim mine. His hands drift down my body and his fingers pluck at my nipples. My hips push into him and he groans. I can feel the thick length of him pushing at my belly and now I’m the one that’s struggling not to drool.

I pull back and pant. He lifts me into his arms and then I’m on the couch and I don’t know how I got here. But I know he’s on the floor at my feet and he’s pushing my thighs wide, his eyes raking my body hungrily.

“Fuck! You’re so gorgeous, Chloe! So damn beautiful and so damn mine! Aren’t you, Sweets?”

I nod my head, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. “You want me to lick that pretty clit and make you come all over my face, Sweets?”

My breath sucks in sharply but I nod again quickly.

He grins. “Words. I need the words.”

“Please,” I whisper huskily, rasping the words past my dry throat.

He leans down and his breath traces my slit before any other part of him touches me. “Oh fuck!” I hiss as his tongue lightly traces my seam before he plants his fingers on both sides of my pussy, splaying it open for his rampaging tongue and teeth. His mouth eats at me desperately, feasting on me like a hungry animal, growling and snapping.

“Oh yes!” I can’t see and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes and fisting my fingers in his shoulder-length chestnut hair, twisting it so hard that I know it stings but it just drives him harder and he licks and sucks and nips along my lower lips until I’m howling and coming apart on his mouth, screaming desperately, my body so tense that I feel like I’m about to snap in two.

Then the rubber band snaps and I scream as the whole world goes white. Ecstasy rolls over me, crashing into me and taking me under its seething, agonizing depths until I fall to the couch, limp and exhausted, sweaty and happier than I’ve ever been.

He sits back on his heels and grins, wiping his mouth and licking his lips. “You taste fucking delicious. But I want to come in that pussy like I’ve dreamed of for years now.”

And with those words, he falls across my body and drives into me, stopping with a tortured look when he feels the thin barrier that I’ve saved for him all these years.

CHAPTER 7

Samson

“Oh fuck! Why didn’t you tell me, Sweets?” I groan and hide my face in her neck, holding myself in check by the very slimmest thread.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “I need you.”

“I gotta take this slow, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me. Please.” Her thighs wrap around me and her feet drum at my back as she attempts to pull me inside her sweet channel deeper.

“Do. Not. Move,” I snarl. My whole body is buzzing and I want to drive my aching dick inside her so much that my arms are trembling, my legs so tense that it feels like I’m about to snap.

Her head comes up and she locks on me. “I want you, Sam. I don’t want you to go slow. I want you to fuck me. I’ve waited so long. Just do it!” Her hips slam up.

“Fuck!” I snap and then my hips meet hers, driving inside her tight, wet channel so deep that I’m buried all the way to my balls. She gasps and I look down, my heart ripping out of my chest when I see the tears trickling down her cheeks. “Dammit!” I hold myself still and she scrabbles at my shoulders.

“Don’t stop! I need you, Sam! I need to feel you inside me.”

“I am inside you,” I growl through gritted teeth. I can feel the light flutterings of her pussy and it’s got me about three seconds from exploding like an animal. She rotates her hips and I groan, tortured by her body.

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