Page 45 of Chasing Sarah

She glances over her shoulder, and he jerks his chin, summoning her toward him.

With a quick flick of her eyes in my direction, she leaves me seated at the bar and follows him.

The hour passes quickly, and soon, Sarah is pulling her purse from behind the bar and hoisting it over her shoulder.

I stand when she rounds it and strides toward the door without glancing at me.

The brat has come out to play again.

My cock thickens as ideas of how to make her submit flash through my mind. I follow her out and grip her elbow when she tries walking down the sidewalk, away from me.

“Let go,” she hisses.

“Not until you tell me what the fuck your problem is,” I growl, pulling her into my chest.

“I don’t have a problem. I got what I wanted from you and moved on.”

“Is that so?”

She tries escaping my grasp, pushing her delicate palms against my chest. “What if I want more? What if I need more of your delicious cunt wrapped around my cock while you scream my name?”

Her breath hitches and satisfaction grows in my chest. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” My voice becomes husky.

She shakes her head quickly. “No. I don’t want anything else from you. We can’t be anything more.”

“The way your nipples are poking my chest through your shirt and your pupils dilate, tell me you want this as much as I do.”

“It’s November and I don’t have a jacket. That’s the only reason my nipples are hard,” she counters.

I pull her closer, leaning in so I can whisper in her ear. “How about your pussy? If I slide my hands into your pants, will she be wet for me? Aching for me to fill her with my cock?”

She swallows audibly. “No.”

I hum, adjusting us so her wrists are clasped behind her back in my grasp. Using my free hand, I gently caress the toned skin of her abdomen. She clenches her muscles and begins to squirm.

“Let’s test that, shall we?”

“Rhys, stop.” She whimpers, but her body relaxes and melts into my touch.

She sucks in a sharp breath when I reach my hand down her pants. I groan at the feel of the soft patch of trimmed hair on her mound.

“Fuck, baby,” I whisper.

The noise of the city fades into the background. I don’t give a rat’s ass that we’re on the sidewalk where anyone can see us.

In fact, I hope people watch so they can know she is mine. I’d happily stake my claim on Sarah right here, right now.

She moans when I trace circles around her clit. I can feel the warmth radiating from her core.

“Oh God,” She sighs as I swipe my fingers through her wet slit.

“Not God,moréalta. There is no God here.”

“Rhys,” she pants.

“That’s right, baby,” I praise, pressing two fingers into her entrance. Her walls wrap around them, pulling them further inside. “You’re such a good little slut, letting me finger fuck you right here on the sidewalk.”

She pulses around me, her arousal coating my hand.

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