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Hishands crawl under the hem of my t-shirt and warm palms grip my sides. Hestrokes up and down, dragging his fingertips over my ribs, stopping just shortof my breasts. His eyes darken at my obvious reaction, and my shirt is tossedacross the room as I’m flipped under him again. Soft lips trail across myribcage and damn, I never realized I could be turned on by someone kissing myribs. Guys usually go right for the boobs.
Hetakes his time, kissing his way up until I feel his hot breath on my nipple. Myback arches, and I shamelessly shove my breasts toward his mouth. He gives mewhat I want, sucking my nipple into his warm mouth and I swear, that’s almostenough to make me come. While his mouth is busy showering my breasts withattention, his hands are removing my shorts and panties.
Agroan escapes him as a thick finger slides inside me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”His gaze meets mine and he wears that insufferable smirk. “There’s one part ofyou that can’t deny it wants me.”
“MaybeI’m thinking of someone else.” The words lose their impact since they come outin a gasp as he adds another finger, drawing them in and out at a steady pace.
“Thatsmart mouth.” His hands grasp my hips and he flips me over, dragging me downuntil I’m bent over the bed. “I know just what you need to cure that attitude.And I’m going to give it you.” The crinkle of the condom package tells me he’sprepared.
“What?”I murmur, a shiver running down my skin at the sensation of his tongue on theback of my neck.
Hiswords in my ear are raspy. “A good hard pounding.”
Ihave to bite back a scream as he plunges all the way into me. The man is goingto rip me apart. His hands tighten on my hips as he lifts me to the angle hedesires as if I weigh nothing and does exactly as he promised, thrusting intome fast and hard.
I’mstruck almost instantly by a violent orgasm that steals my breath, chargingthrough my body like a raging inferno. “That’s it, Sade,” he growls, smackingmy ass. “Not so lippy when my cock’s inside you, are you?”
Notone smart ass response comes to mind. I’m too busy being pulled under by hispowerful, relentless strokes. His fingertip rubs a small circle on my clit andI shudder as pleasure rolls through me in pulsing waves again. “Please,” Igroan, not sure what I’m pleading for. I don’t think I could remember my ownname at this point.
“Pleasewhat, Sweets? Fuck you harder?” He slams into me, and I’ve never been fuckedlike this in my life. It’s raw and primal and I never want it to end. After I’mgripped with another sharp, quick orgasm, he stills, and a cross between agrunt and groan rumbles his chest as he finds his release.
Christ,what have I done? He may have just ruined me for all other men.
ChapterFour
Justus
Iwake before Sadie, and a grin instantly appears on my face at the memory of herthe night before. The way her body enveloped me, her legs and arms shaking asshe came over and over. I was surprised she was willing, but when she said yes,I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.
Groaning,she turns over and stretches.
“Goodmorning.”
Anothergroan. “Get away from me. You killed me. Everything hurts.”
“So,no morning blowjob, then?” I tease, and she throws a pillow at me.
Hermom knocks on the door and reminds us we’re hitting the mall today. All I wantto do is keep Sadie naked and underneath me, but it’s just not in the cards.
“Bedown in a minute!” Sadie calls, dragging herself to the shower.
Anhour later, we’re piled in the car and headed down the highway.
“Areyou sure you’re okay?” Sadie asks her mom as we make our way through the doorsof the local mall.
“Yes,I’m fine. Now stop fussing.”
She’snot fine. She looks weaker today than yesterday, the dark circles around hereyes visible even through her makeup. No matter how we protested, she insistedon this day at the mall. I have a feeling she’s trying to spend all the timeshe can with her daughter, relive some of the fun things they used to dotogether while she still has time.
Sadiefalls in step beside me, and for once, she doesn’t tense up when I put my armaround her neck. I guess the night of mind blowing sex loosened her up a bit.The expression on her face when she glances at her mother is heartbreakingthough. I don’t think she expected her to be as sick as she is.
“Whereto first?” I ask.
Sadieand Amber look at each other and answer simultaneously. “Pretzels.”
Theirgiggles follow us to the kiosk where we all three get a giant pretzel.“Seriously?” I tease Sadie. “Cinnamon and sugar? That’s not a pretzel, it’s adonut. Real pretzels are covered in salt and dipped in mustard.”
“You’rewasting your breath,” Amber says with a grin. “Been trying to tell her that foryears.”
