Page 86 of Left-Hand Larceny
“Sadie? Are you home? We didn’t see you leave the Gala.”
Sadie doesn’t notice, her hips rocking into her touch. I lean in, grip her chin.
“A-answer her. Or I w-won’t let you come.” She shakes her head. “Answer h-her or I won’t f-fuck you.”
She stares at me, breathless.
I raise a brow. “Now,Sæt stelpa.”
“I’m home!” she calls out immediately. “Going…” her voice hitches, “Going to bed.”
The footsteps pause. Then retreat.
I lean in and kiss her hard.
“Good girl. C-come on.”
I lift her into my arms, carry her to the bathroom, and seat her on the edge of the sink. Finding the zipper along her back and finally stripping the dress over her head. It puddles on the floor while I stare, slack jawed, at her tits. How could I have not gotten her dress off until now? She hisses against the chill, then moans as I spread her legs wide with one hand. The other pinching one brown nipple between my fingers.
“O-okay?”
“Yes.”
“Condom?”
She gestures at the cabinet behind her, and I yank it open. I try not to think about the relief I feel when I have to rip the brand new box open with my teeth. Sadie reaches for a gold foil package and I shake my head. If she touches me right now, it could be game over.
It’s almost game over with me doing it myself. I shiver as I fist myself and roll the latex all the way down.
“You’re g-gonna t-t-take me now,” I say, lining us up. “And you’re g-gonna come on my dick l-l-like the good girl y-you are.”
Her hips rock as if she can make it happen from my words alone.
I hold her gaze as I line myself up and push in, slow and deep. She’s tight, internal muscles already fluttering around me, stretching her inch by inch. Her breath catches and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Sadie?” I grunt her name against her temple.
She nods fast. “Yes. Just full.”
I kiss her. “You’re d-doing so good. Taking m-me s-s-so well.”
She makes a soft, helpless sound that goes straight to my gut. I pull back and thrust again, just enough for her to throw her head back, then I freeze. Trying to resist the urge to cum like a goddamn freight train.
“Fokk,” My fingers squeeze her hips and she whimpers, trying to rock them on me.
I set a rhythm, and she tips her head back, lips parted, like she’s trying to catch her breath and lose it at the same time.
“L-look at me,” I say.
She does.
“Every t-t-time thatónytjungurmade you f-feel you w-w-weren’t enough? He was wrong.”
Her eyes fill, and I kiss her again before she can say anything. It’s messy. Desperate. Our bodies slap against each other, the counter creaking, the sound of the shower pounding in the background like a heartbeat.
She gasps my name, then moans it. And I know I’m already too far gone for this to be just once.
But I don’t stop.
