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“Sawyer,” she said, eyes fluttering shut. “Mm, feels so good.”
“Yeah, sweet girl?” I muttered, kissing at the side of her face. “You gonna cum for me? Hm?”
“Mhm.” She clawed at my hair, her breathing all quick and sharp. “Please, Sawyer. Please, please, please.”
“You don’t have to beg, sweetheart,” I muttered, giving her lips a quick kiss. “I’ll give you what you want.”
I kept my forehead to hers, pounding into her deeper, watching as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her cheeks were red as I filled her up over and over with every inch of my cock, her fingers still knotted in my hair.
“I wanna feel it,” she said with a little pout. “Please, I need it.”
Christ, she was begging for it. Literally pleading with me to cum inside her. “I’ll give it to you, baby, but I need you to cum for me first. I’ll give you every drop if you just cum.”
I pushed into her as deep as I could and stayed there, keeping Holly stuffed with my cock as I grinded into her, my heavy balls pressed right up against her. And then it hit her. I saw it in her legs first as they shook against my shoulders, and then she cried out my name, her pussy squeezing at my cock, her little hole so wet and tight as her orgasm took over her body. Every part of her trembled as my thumb found her wet clit, rubbing as I made her cum for me one more time, my cock still pushed deep into her.
“Sawyer,” she said, big eyes slowly opening to look up at me. “Mm, please do it. Please, please, please. Please do it inside me. Please, I want to feel it so bad, Sawyer, please.”
It was a combination of things that sent me over the edge. It was the way she said those words in that sweet voice and the way her doe eyes were looking up at me and the way she was so damn wet and tight, all along with the fact that she just wanted itso damn bad.
Any self-control I had went out the window, and then I was emptying myself deep inside of her, her pussy filled to the hilt with my cock as I pumped her full of cum. My lips found hers and I grunted as I kissed at her, my tongue pushed deep inside her mouth. All I could feel was her. Wet, warm, tight,mine, the best thing I had felt in my entire fucking life.
“God, baby, love you so fucking much,” I muttered against her lips. I kissed at her cheeks and her forehead then her lips again, keeping myself pushed into her pussy, filling her up with drop after drop of cum. “Love you, love you, love you.”
“Love you too,” Holly said, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
I kissed her before leaning back, my cock still hard as I got settled on my knees. “Let me look at you,” I muttered. I just needed to see what it looked like. Just for a second. That was all I needed to remember it forever.
Inch by inch, I pulled my cock out of her and hissed when I saw the thick heavy drops of cum slip out. It contrasted against all of her pretty sunkissed skin, and my head tilted at the sight, taking it all in. That was all of me. She was all mine. I was all hers. And I hoped whatever she took really had kicked in, because she had absolutely fucking drained me.
“So fucking pretty,” I muttered, eyes moving from her cum filled pussy to her face. At the hazy look in her eyes and flushed cheeks and the way she looked utterly blissed out.
I pushed myself back inside her before I could let a single drop hit the sheets below, moving softly and slowly as my lips met hers, giving her a deep, long kiss. My hands grabbed her legs and gently lowered them, still keeping her there underneath me as I slid in and out of her pussy, pushing all of that cum back into her.
“How did that feel?” I asked against her lips. “Seems like you liked it.”
She giggled, hands pushing through my hair. “I want that forever. I want to feel you inside me forever.”
She was all I wanted; all I needed. I knew that already, but there was something about having her that close, something about what we had just done that felt like it was tying us together more than we already were.
Forever. God, I loved the sound of that word.
Chapter 21
Holly
I sighed happily, my head lolling back so it gently rested on Sawyer’s chest. The week had rushed by far too fast and it was officially our last night in Saratoga Springs. This time tomorrow we’d be back in New York, but my heart ached to just stay put, to forget all our commitments and promises and just stay there in the house for the rest of our lives.
My eyes were closed, Sawyer’s arms wrapped right around my waist and my back against his broad chest. The soft, delicate scent of rose and jasmine was in the air, the warm water in the bathtub enough to keep the cold night air off of me—that and Sawyer’s body pressed so tightly to mine.
“You know, I’ve never had a bubble bath before,” Sawyer said. “Didn’t know they were this fun.”
“I’m surprised I could convince you to have one with me.” I let a hand dip into the water, catching a few bubbles on my fingers before blowing them away. “Thought it’d be too girly for you.”
“You’re naked and wet. You don’t have to do any convincing.” His fingers slowly traced along my stomach, moving in gentle circles. “Plus, I like being this close to you.”
“I like it too. I’ve liked this whole week. It’d be so nice if it didn’t have to end…”
His lips pressed to my neck, kissing the skin there softly. “Maybe we should move here. Just you and me and the ghost.”
