Page 85 of Revved up & Ready

“No,” she says, pressing harder into me.

“Would you like to?” I ask, quickening the pace of my fingers inside her.

“I can’t just—you can’t just tell me to—I need—” Her words tumble out in a desperate ramble, and I realize I’ve made a mistake.

I don’t slow my hand, continuing to push her closer to release. “You don’t have to. You neverhave to. But you’re beautiful when my fingers are inside you. I think you should see.”

I flatten my other hand on her chest, sliding it up until I can grip her neck, just beneath her chin. I use the hold to turn her face toward the mirror. She gasps, tightening around me. Mygaze locks on the tattooed horseshoe at her throat.I really am a lucky motherfucker.

“Open your eyes,” I whisper, and because she seemed to like it when I begged, I add, “Please, baby,” with a soft kiss where her shoulder meets her neck.

When I look up again, her eyes are open—but she’s watching me now.

“I like the wayyoulook,” she says, her voice steady despite the trembling in her body.

I tighten my fingers around her throat, adding a third finger inside her.

She flushes, her skin glowing from her cheeks all the way down to her exposed chest. “Do you see how prettily you blush for me? This delicious neck?” I draw out the words, pressing a kiss there to emphasize my point. “And the way your dress falls off your shoulders, exposing those perfect nipples?”

When she doesn’t answer, I tighten my grip at her neck again. She gasps, her body responding, tightening around my fingers once more.

Finally, her eyes flicker to where I’ve kissed her neck and where her dress now rests at her waist. A sly smile tugs at her lips.

“You look good, don’t you, baby?” I ask, picking up the pace with my fingers, kissing her neck and shoulders in rhythm.

She moans, clutching me tighter, her body sinking against mine as her release washes over her.

Once her breathing steadies, I pull my hands back, ensuring she stays steady in the aftermath. She locks eyes with me in the mirror, her caramel gaze intense. “You were right,” she breathes. “I did look good.”

I undo the last of her buttons and let the dress fall from her body, followed by her bra and panties. When I guide her tothe edge of the bed, the sunlight pouring in through the windows paints her in the warm glow of the afternoon.

She’s here.

Dropping to my knees, I slide her to the edge of the mattress, lifting her legs over my shoulders.

“Wait, how is it my turn again?” she asks, propping herself up on her elbows. Her face flickers with concern. “Are you going to let me touch you tonight?”

“Yes, I am, but I want to taste you first,” I murmur, resting my palm over her swollen sex, peppering kisses up her thighs. I make sure to kiss the scars on her skin, my lips lingering over the marks she sometimes wishes to hide.

A brief flash of insecurity passes through her eyes, but it’s gone in an instant. She allows herself to enjoy the indulgence of my touches, even where she’s less confident.

Her legs twitch against my neck as I smooth my hand across her, applying gentle pressure to her clit.

Her sly smile returns as she watches me, propped up on her elbows. “That’s probably a good idea.”

I want her collapsed back on the bed in ecstasy, and that’s the goal I keep in mind as I use my lips and tongue to pleasure her. She tastes even better than I remembered—salty, sweet, and all Sadie. She’s braver now, bolder than last time. She doesn’t shy away when I press forward, widening her legs, allowing herself the pleasure of crying out.

Before long, I get what I want—she falls back onto the bed, her legs trembling against my ears as she reaches her second release.

When I stand, she’s done waiting. Running her hands up the back of my thighs, she draws me closer.

I breathe her name, my hands dropping to tip her face up toward mine. “You don’t have to.” It’s clear she spent yearsgiving without receiving, and I’m tempted to make up the difference here—never take anything from her.

But it’s obvious that’s not what she wants. She grips my cock at the base, guiding her hot mouth around the tip. Licking her lips, she looks up at me. “I want you,” she says, then lowers her mouth back down, pressing her tongue to the underside as she rocks forward, filling her mouth with me.

My girl.I’ve allowed myself that indulgence—thinking of her as mine—thinking ofmeas hers, even though we only ever agreed to pretend. But that’s not enough for me anymore, and as Sadie sucks and kisses around me, I don’t think it’s enough for her either.

I sink forward, my knees pressing into the mattress, my fingers threading into her hair as she continues to work me—both hands at my base and her mouth swallowing me deeper, each slide hitting the back of her throat.

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