Page 151 of Sassy Love
“Hands and knees,” he barks.
I take my time lowering to the floor and arching my back before offering up my aching pussy, still wanting—no, needing—more.
“By the time I’m finished with you, we will have fucked on every surface in this tiny-ass apartment.” Lawson takes my hips, slamming into me before I can formulate a response.
After I catch my breath from his delectable assault, I glance over my shoulder. “Promises, promises, Cowboy.”
“You need it in writing, Captain?”
His face goes through every emotion as he waits for me to respond.
“I trust you. Have your way with me anywhere you want.”
“Careful what you wish for,” he grinds out.
I roll my eyes at him, and he flips me over, the air rushing from my lungs as my back hits the floor. Hips hauled upward, my legs wrap around his waist automatically as he sinks into me with a heady groan. “Every time I think it can’t get better, it fucking does.”
I can’t respond.
Each punishing stroke is deep, ratcheting up this blissful sensation in my core, sending an ache through my clit. I reach for it, desperate to ease the throbbing need.
Lawson growls—he fuckinggrowlsat me—as he swats my hand away, gripping my ass with one hand and flicking my sensitive nub with his other.
“Oh, fuck!” I jerk with each harsh flick he sends over my little bean.
It’s painful and delicious all at the same time. He slows his pace, alternating between long, languid strokes and harsh flicks. It sends me higher and higher with each movement.
“God, look at you, fucking writhing around my cock, Princess.”
He flicks my clit then leans over. “Show me those pretty pouty lips panting.”
He flicks it twice and slams into me before pulling out so, so slowly.
I grip the rug beneath me. Arching off the floor, I tremble.
Lawson rubs his fingertip over my clit. “This sweet little thing is driving you crazy?”
He flicks it again.
I moan and meet his gaze. “Youare driving me crazy.”
He offers a smirk back, and . . .
Flicks again.
“Oh fuck, Laws. Please.Please. . .”
“You going to come on my cock again, Carlie?”
“Please, yes.”
He flicks again.
This time, he sinks into me slowly, all the while pinching my clit.
“I hate you,” I hiss, rocking my hips, waiting for the burn to subside. Wanting the bliss back.
And he gives it to me.
