Page 49 of Saving Shepperd

“I need you,” I said and felt slickness flood my pussy. Mentally I was ready. Physically I was ready. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I’d take matters into my own hands and guide his cock to the spot where I needed him.

When I first started having casual sex, I was always the aggressor. I felt safer being the one directing the action and making the choices. Being in charge assured me nothing would happen that I didn’t want to happen. At my core, I was still a red-blooded woman. I wanted to be satisfied and loved regardless of the fact that some slimeball loser took advantage of me as a child.

As soon as a shard of a memory about my experience stabbed into my mind, I banished it. That fucker wouldn’t rob me of this chance at happiness. So many other opportunities had been passed over in my life out of fear, thoughts of unworthiness, and anger. He wouldn’t win this time.

Law pulled back to get a good look at my expression. “Still doing okay?”

Gulping the resolve down deep, I said, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

I couldn’t be sure if I sold my reassurance based on the way he continued to watch me. I realized I had scared the guy good the first time we fooled around, but I couldn’t do this twenty-questions bit every time I needed to get laid. I would not have pegged Law to be the doting, careful guy he was in bed.

The sexy, hungry way he used to watch me in the gym always unspooled fantasies of rough, dirty, carnal sex. Typically, reserved and measured guys turned me off. I just wanted to break his resolve and see what he was hiding beneath this shell of restraint.

Might as well just jump to the point. “Do you have condoms? I probably do if you don’t.”

He kissed the tip of my nose before teasing, “Getting impatient?”

“Hell yes, I am. I couldn’t be more desperate right now. Please.” I added that last word to the end because I didn’t miss the naughty glimmer in his eyes the other times I’d said it.

This time was no different, and it finally spurred him into action. He sat back on his heels for a moment and gave my body a long, wolfish look. To push him more, I snaked my hand down my abdomen and gave my clit a slow circle.

“Oh, fuck me, Shepperd.” He moaned with his eyes fixed on my busy fingers.

“That’s what I’ve been begging you for, man. We want the exact same thing.”

Law scurried off the bed and bent over the nightstand to riffle through the top drawer. He shuffled its contents from side to side before identifying the blue square box. Two condoms were tossed onto the bed beside me, and he was back. I watched him roll on the protection and reposition himself between my legs.

“You good like this? To start at least?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“I’ll take it however you want to give it to me,” I rasped. His cock was going to hurt a bit, but nothing that would be unbearable. I would definitely enjoy the little aches and pains tomorrow that would remind me of how we spent our night.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he commented as he guided his dick through my folds to my entrance.

I brought my knees closer to my chest and squeezed my thighs against his rib cage while we kissed. He slid in slowly, drawing out the exquisite feeling of that first thrust.

There was no containing my vocal thrill, and the sounds I made seemed to encourage him to go deeper, and then deeper still. By the time his pelvis was against mine, the moaning and whimpering had turned into nonsensical babble. I repeated the words “Yes, please” and “Oh my God” over and over until his thrusts came at the perfect pace to rob my breath. He had wedged one forearm beneath the slope of my back and lifted my hips to crash with his. Wet, sexy sounds of our bodies joining filled the room in chorus with our voices, and before I knew it, I teetered on the edge of another orgasm.

“Shit, Law. My God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop, please.”

“That’s my girl. Shatter for me, baby. Let me feel your cunt flutter all around me,” my gorgeous lover demanded, and I was more than happy to comply.

I tilted my head back in hopes he’d lean over and kiss me while my pussy spasmed around his cock, but instead, he sucked one of my nipples into his desperate mouth and bit me. The sharp pain kicked off another tremor through my nervous system that somehow turned into a mini orgasm as Law’s dick swelled and then erupted into the condom.

After a few slower pumps of his hips, he collapsed to the side of me and quickly gathered my body in his arms and pulled me against his hot, slick chest.

He smelled so damn good, I wanted to inhale the deep, rich scent over and over. His arms remained banded in a snug, secure embrace so tight that I felt his heart thundering against my spine.

“Thank you,” I murmured with my lips pressed against his bicep. I don’t think I’d ever thanked someone for fucking me, but the words tumbled out before I could barricade them in.

Law had his face buried in my hair, rubbing his nose and lips along my nape. The motion, coupled with his warm breath, ramped me up all over again.

“It was my absolute pleasure. Thank you.”

He added the second part after a beat, and I wondered if he said it because I had.

I chuckled at my busy brain’s nonsense. “What are you thanking me for? You did all the work, man.”

“Turn over and face me,” he issued in a demanding but kind tone. I was doing it before I could shoot my mouth off to defend myself. It was a knee-jerk reaction I took whenever I felt cornered. If I could shock someone with a rude remark, it usually threw them off my scent so I didn’t have to deal with messy feelings.

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