Page 14 of Sofa King Devotion

Chapter Ten

SAWYER

The little whimper she makes goes straight to my dick, and I groan right along with her. My hands go to her ass, and when I lift her against me, she wraps her legs around my waist. Her hands are in my hair as I push her against the closed door, and it’s like I can feel her everywhere.

“You’re mine, Lane,” I tell her, not waiting on her to try and tell me all the ways this won’t work. In fact, I cover her mouth with mine again before she can start her usual protests.

When her lips part, I slide my tongue against hers, and my god, my knees feel weak. I can hold on to a two thousand-pound bull while he’s trying to buck me off, but one kiss from this woman and I’m not steady on my feet. The way she undoes me goes straight to my soul, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

“Sawyer,” she gasps when I rub my hard cock against her center.

“You like that, don’t you, kitten?” The thick shaft of my dick is trying to bust through my jeans, and she grinds on it. “Hold still for me.”

“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen when I reach up and unclasp her overalls. “Sawyer, there are people right outside?—”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before I shove the front of her shirt up and yank down her bra. As soon as her tits are out, my mouth is there, latching on to her dusky pink nipples. I’ve been obsessing about them since I was in her apartment and she took her top off. Feeling the tight peak against my tongue is like tasting silk.

“So fucking sweet,” I grunt before I move to the other.

“Oh god.” She’s panting now, and her fingers are tightening in my hair. “Sawyer, you need to stop, shit. Don’t stop.”

I grin against her nipple as I grind on her pussy. “I can feel how hot you are even though my jeans.” Her only response is the cutest whine before she rocks her hips forward. “Let me see if you’re wet too.”

“Wait, Sawyer don’t.”

It’s too late, though; my hand is already dipping into the front of her overalls, and my eyes widen when I touch the soft cotton. “Lane Margaret Thomas, you are fucking soaked.”

Her cheeks flame as she tries to wiggle away from me, but I don’t let her move an inch. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Sorry?” I shake my head. “Kitten, my mouth is watering right along with this pretty pussy.” My fingers push the cotton to the side, and I trace the entrance of her seam. “My god, you are weeping for it.”

“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” Her cheeks somehow turn redder, but I’m not letting her get away. Not this time.

“Embarrassed? No, kitten.” My finger swipes over her clit, and her body stills. “The wetter you get, the harder you make my cock. And the harder my cock gets, the more I want to have you on it.”

I trace circles around her clit, and she can hardly catch her breath. She’s so close to cumming with only a few touches, and I’m desperate to get her there.

“Sawyer.” This time when she says my name, it’s like she’s calling for help.

“Standing up there, I got to watch you put a claim on me in front of the whole goddamn town.” I grunt as I slip a finger inside her and feel her tight little sheath clench around it. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted that? How long I’ve waited for it?”

Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she bears down on me and her eyes squeeze shut.

“It’s always been you, Lane.” Her eyes snap open, and she stares up at me. My finger rocks in and out of her tight hole while my thumb goes back and forth over her clit. “I’ve never touched another woman like this.” I bend down and press my lips to hers. “Never kissed anyone but you.” Her hips rock forward, eager for release. “You can keep trying to push me away, but I’ll die lying at your feet.”

“It’s too much.” There are tears forming in her eyes, and I kiss them away.

“All you have to do is let me love you,” I whisper, and her body gives in.

Lane’s climax is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t take my eyes off her. The hot rush of release that coats my finger makes me moan with need. I’m desperate to taste it, so I bring my finger up to my mouth and suck off her juices before I push it back into her panties.

“That’s it,” she pants while rubbing her clit on the heel of my hand. The motion drags the orgasm out, and with the taste of her on my tongue, I can’t stop myself.

“Fuck.” I bury my face in her neck, and now I’m the one embarrassed. My body shivers as cum spurts from my cock and soaks through my jeans. She’s going to think I’m a two-pump chump, and I probably am, considering I’ve never had sex before. At least I can die knowing I got her off first.

“Did you just?—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” My words are muffled against her neck, and then I feel her giggles bubble up. “It’s the pants. They were too tight.”

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