Page 58 of Sugar Coated

Girthy son of a bitch, too.

I pulled my mouth off Mike’s to pant, our gazes locking as I positioned him below me, and then, without an ounce of hesitation, I sunk down on him and took him in, inch after inch until my body was full and I could take no more of him.

Mike groaned as his cock filled me, his hands resting on my thighs before curving around to my ass. I was on his lap, straddling him, his cock nestled inside of me. With this position, I set the pace—but before I did any such thing, I needed my pussy to get used to the new, thick addition.

God, he could kill someone with it. Seriously, that thing would be considered a dangerous weapon in most countries. A part of me didn’t even think it’d fit.

As soon as my core had stretched to accompany his girth, I rocked up and down slowly, spearing myself with his cock while he watched with heavy lids. He stared at my face for a while, but eventually his gaze dropped to my heaving chest, and then even lower. His cock twitched inside of me; he must’ve liked the sight of his length disappearing inside of me.

I clung to him as I rode him, picking up speed as I closed my eyes and let my body guide me. I moved faster, bouncing on his cock quicker, and he let out a manly, husky sound thatreverberated deep within me: approval. Everything I was doing, I was doing right.

“Fuck,” he murmured, the word spoken in a way I’d never heard it before. “You’re…” The man almost sounded out of breath. “…you’re fucking perfect.” He leaned his head against mine. “You’re so fucking perfect, you make me lose my goddamned mind.”

“I know the feeling,” I whispered back, and then I angled his face toward me and kissed him again.

Something in him must’ve shifted, because when I kissed him, he started to move. He held onto me, his cock still plunged deep in me, and picked me up and laid me on the floor, onto my back. With the change in position, he had to tear his mouth off mine; the man was truly too freaking tall.

Seeing him above me, still fully-clothed, did something to me. If I thought his face between my thighs was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen, this knocked it out of the park. Knowing he was inside me, while still wearing that suit with a few buttons undone and his tie loosened, made me pant with need, like a cat in heat.

Mike held himself over me, and without saying a word, he thrusted into me, bearing his body down upon me while filling me up to the brink. He took charge, he set his own pace. With every pump into me, every haggard sigh from his lips, I knew he’d been a man dying for release, a man who’d never dreamt he could have what he wanted most.

Me.

Really, it was his fault he didn’t have me before. He could’ve.

Although, I guessed, in a way it was fitting we waited until now. Before, I was still confused. I didn’t exactly know what I wanted, or who I wanted. I was acting out, trying to find myself—something I didn’t need to do anymore. I knew who I was, who I wanted to be, and I knew who I wanted at my side.

His body rocked against mine, plunging his cock so deep into me I cried out. The way he looked down at me was unlike any other look he’d ever given me. It told me I was everything, I was his world, I’d somehow wormed my way inside of him so deeply he could never disentangle himself from me. I was as much inside him as he was physically inside me right now.

He fucked me like I was a tender flower and he was my gardener, the man in charge of taking care of me. He didn’t go too hard, lest he risk snapping me in half. A low groan came from his throat, a sound unlike any others—and a few moments later, I discovered why that was.

Mike tried to pull out of me, but I stopped him by grabbing his sides and whispering, “Don’t. I’m on the pill. Stay inside.” Now it was my turn to beg him, to beg him to come inside of me instead of anywhere else.

He was unable to argue with me, his own release too demanding. He pumped his cock deep into my core with a low, animalistic grunt, and a slight warmth filled me as he emptied himself in my pussy, filling me up in a way he never had before.

And it was perfect.

He was slow in pulling out of me, and he rolled himself onto his back next to me, staring at the ceiling of my walk-in closet. His wide chest rose and fell with breaths harder than I’d ever heard. “Well,” he paused, “shit.”

I grinned, turning my head so I could stare at his face. “You can say that again.”

Mike’s head rolled to the side, and his hazel eyes met mine. A shadow of a smile tugged at his mouth, and he whispered, “Well, shit.” Though I was as good as paralyzed with the remnants of pleasure still lingering inside of me, he stuffed himself away and fixed his pants and belt before sitting up. He ran a hand through his hair. “I should… shower.” As he said that, he kept his gaze averted from my mostly naked body.

“You could stay,” I told him.

“We shouldn’t push our luck just yet.” He swallowed hard, as if forcing himself away from me was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do in his life. “Your father is still awake. We shouldn’t draw more attention from him. I don’t think he’d appreciate me being with you.”

I propped myself up and lazily pulled up the dress so it at least covered my tits. It still hung loose since I didn’t rezip it, but at least it was enough to get Mike to look at me again as I reached for his arm. My fingers curled around his thick bicep as much as they could while I whispered, “Maybe not, but it’s not his decision.”

He set one of his hands atop mine, and he leaned down to me and placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about this.” His hand fell to my inner thigh, grazing where Fang had left a mark on me. “We’ll talk about that later.”

All I did was give him a pout, and it was enough to soften his steely exterior.

With a sigh, he whispered, “You’ll drive me crazy yet, but I should go.” As he stood up, I stood up with him, watching as he made sure his suit wasn’t wrinkled and that his pants didn’t reveal too much of a leftover bulge. He started for the door, but just before he reached it, he stopped and looked back at me, like he had to get one last look of me, undone, before braving the world beyond this closet.

Once he was gone, I couldn’t help but grin to myself as I changed into my pajamas. I didn’t bother putting in my colored contacts; I’d just do it in the morning. After flipping off the lights, I crawled into bed. My body was still alive, humming after that spontaneous session with Mike.

I felt good about it. Not a single part of me regretted it. I’d been on a journey of self-discovery since leaving that house—really, ever since waking up and finding the key to my shackles.I’d emerged from that house a bitter, furious girl who held nothing but resentment in her heart, and now…

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