Page 168 of Knockin' Boats
Sawyer froze. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to make me come. You need to get your dick in me, big boy.Now.”
Sawyer had been composed while fucking me with the toy. Intensely focused. Eyes on my face, clocking my expressions. But his hands started to shake as he discarded the toy and slid on a condom. He squirted some lube into his palm and stroked it over himself, then edged forward to press his cockhead against my already loosened hole.
He was larger than the toy. But at this point, I was beyond ready for him.
He gripped my thighs, lifting and spreading them to give him a better angle. “You’re fucking amazing, Ash. Do you know how much I love you right now?”
“Yeah, love you too, but if you don’t hurry the hell up, I’ll take your ass instead.”
He shivered. “Anytime you want. I’m yours.”
My sweet Sawyer.
He was sexy when he was angry. Beautiful when he was kind. But I’d almost forgotten how fucking devastating he was when he cared for someone.
“How did I survive without you?” I asked, throat tightening.
His smile curled up. “Badly, I’m sure.”
I started to laugh, and that’s when the bastard bucked his hips forward.
His dick speared my hole, catching at one edge, and my laughter turned into a strangled squeak. A burn seared through me, but no amount of pain would have stopped me now.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him into me.
He slid in easily, thanks to the foreplay. He was much larger than the toy, pressing and rubbing on spots it didn’t reach. My senses overloaded and I closed my eyes as my nerves sang with pain and pleasure.
Sawyer groaned deep in his chest as he bottomed out. “You’re so tight, Ash. Damn. Is this what I felt like to you?”
“You were even tighter probably,” I murmured. “No sex toy to loosen you up.”
He shuddered. “Are you okay? Can I?—”
“Yes! Move.”
He rocked his hips, just a small movement, but it echoed through my core like a bomb.
He drew back a little farther, then a little farther. Each time, he thrust back into me, I cried out. Moans, grunts, embarrassing whimpers.
I couldn’t control it.
Nonsensical words spilled from me.
“Yes, please, more, harder.”
“I go any harder, I’m gonna break you in two.”
“Break me,” I begged. “Do it.”
Sawyer sped up, one hand pinning my shoulder down, the other gripping my thigh. He pounded into me, face twisted up, looking almost angry.
Not that an angry Sawyer was a turnoff by any means.
“Fuck, Ash. I can’t last much longer. You feel too good.”
“Same.” I grabbed my cock, stroking frantically as my climax rushed toward me. “Gonna?—”
