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“Okay, Calway,” she says, “it’s my turn.”

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

sadie

I’ve been waitingfor this for what seems like a fucking eternity. Sex in general, but this specifically. Having him in my mouth. Tasting him. Watching this big, strong man in front of me crumble with the flick of my tongue.

It’s not about consuming him or dominating him, though.

It’s about what I want to do for him.

It’s about the way he makes me feel safe with just a hand on my back or a quick wink. It’s about the way he’s stopped his whole life in its tracks for me despite the way I left things eight years ago. The way he stepped right back into my protector role without question. It’s the way he lives for me.

Iwantto be on my knees for him. I want to make him crumble, but in a good way. I want to make him explode. Iwantto do this for him. I crave him.

I dig my nails into his thighs as I suck him further into my mouth, so far back that I start to gag. He pulls me off for a minute, and I wipe my mouth.

“You okay, baby?” he asks. But I smile and swat his hand away, pulling him back into the back of my throat. I move my head in and out, using one hand to fondle his balls, rubbing and tugging on them gently until I feel him start to throb.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he moans, his head dropping back. Then he pushes me back gently. “Okay, baby, you gotta come up. I don’t want to finish like this. I need all of you.”

He pulls me up by my elbows, then gently pushes me back to the bed. He licks his fingertips, then slowly circles my clit until I’m basically panting. He spins me around and pushes me on my knees. He tugs at my hips so that my ass is pointed up and my face is down. He licks his fingers again and rubs me from behind until I’m slick as can be. And then he climbs onto the bed behind me. I hear him tear open a condom, and then he leans forward.

“Are you ready, baby?” he growls in my ear.

I claw at the sheets, and at this point, I feel like I’m dripping.

“Yes,” I pant, “please.”

He grabs my hips again and pulls me into him, entering me slowly. We both hold our breath for a moment, and then I can feel him. All of him.Fuck,I forgot how big he is. And after sleeping with Hayden for these last few years…let’s just say if I had a dollar for every orgasm Hayden ever gave me, I’d have zero dollars.

I take another breath, and as I adjust to his size, he starts to move over and over again. I can’t remember the last time sex has felt like this. And my body is responding. Like, actually. Like, I canhearmy own…wetness.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby,” he growls. “Make it talk to me.”

Oh. My.God.

Could he be any sexier? Seriously.

He runs a hand up my back and pushes me down further onto the bed, then lifts his hand and smacks my ass. I let out a yelp, and I’m surprised how good it feels.

“I love this view,” he growls from behind me, but to my surprise, he pulls out. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and licks me from behind, somehow finding my clit yet again. Then he yanks my legs and flips me onto my back. “But I like this view more.”

He enters me again, throwing my legs over his arms and letting them dangle. I’m still clutching the blankets, and he smiles, his hair falling out of place, and he thrusts into me over and over. As he hits some other spot deep in me, I throw my hands back up over my head, making my, uh…girlsbounce a little more. He smirks again, biting his lip and moaning.

“God, I have fantasized about this so many times,” he says, and I smile as I breathe in and out. “And I could watchthatall damn night,” he says, motioning to my breasts. “But now, you’re gonna come for me again, baby. Okay?”

I bite my lip, my eyes widening. The control he has, the confidence. It’s so. Fucking. Sexy. He lifts my leg up over his shoulder, then slides his hands down. He starts rubbing my clit with one hand and uses his other hand to gently press on the low part of my stomach. And then I start to see spots.

I moan, my body rolling around beneath him, my hips bucking toward his hand, the pressure and heat building deep inside my belly. I smack the bed, throwing a hand through my hair, letting it slide down to clutch my breast. He keeps moving his hips, his cock plowing into me.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. “You’re gonna come with me, okay? You’re taking me so well, sweet girl. Just a little more. Be a good girl and come for me, okay?” he says, and it sends me over the goddamn edge. I smack a hand to his chest, my fingers digging into his skin. Just as I scream out, he lets out a growl that shakes the whole room.

He leans forward and puts his arms on either side of my head.

He presses his forehead to mine, and we sit there for a minute, slick with each other’s sweat. I lie there underneath him for a moment, steadying my breathing and focusing on how amazing this feeling is. Of being satisfied, of having my body explored and nourished and worshiped in ways that I had only ever experienced that one weekend with him all those years ago. After a few more moments, he leans down to kiss me gently, then pushes up to his feet. He walks toward the bathroom, and I smile as I watch his glutes flex as he moves. He’s back in a moment, condom-less and still naked, and climbs back into bed. He pulls me up toward him, fluffing the pillows underneath us and tucking me into his side as he drapes an arm around me.

“Hey, Blackwell,” he whispers into my ear.

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