Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(91)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“That feels good,” she whispered. “More.”

Sawyer paused long enough to retrieve the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, where they’d placed it and a box of condoms when he had begun staying at her place. He squeezed lube into his hand, enough to slick two fingers before he resumed his teasing.

“I’m gonna slide one finger in,” he told her, pressing his mouth to the soft spot between her neck and her shoulder. “You have to talk to me, Kennedy. I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

Sliding his finger over her puckered hole, Sawyer teased her briefly and then slipped the tip of his finger inside. When she moaned, he stopped.

“No, don’t stop,” she urged. “It feels good.”

Sawyer continued until he was buried to the first knuckle, slowly fucking her ass until she was thrusting back against his finger, pleading for him to fuck her. It took every ounce of his control to hold himself back. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock into her tight virgin ass, to fuck her long and hard, to possess her the way no man had ever possessed her.

All in due time, he reminded himself.

He added another finger, continuing to fuck her until sweat was dotting his brow and his cock was damn near ready to burst.

“I need to fuck you, Kennedy,” he warned her. “I can’t wait.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Not your ass. You’re not ready for that.” As much as he wanted to thrust into her, he knew he would hurt her. For the last half hour, he’d tormented himself as much as he had her and now he was hanging by a thread.

He eased into position, continuing to fuck her ass with his fingers while he guided his cock into the welcoming warmth of her pussy.

“Fuck,” he growled, realizing instantly that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, still thrusting her hips back against him.

“Condom,” he said. “I need to get one.”

For a brief second, Kennedy didn’t say anything and he was about to pull out, when her internal muscles locked down on him.

“I’m on the pill,” she told him. “Please, just . . .” Kennedy continued to rock her hips, impaling herself on him until he couldn’t hold back.

He drove his hips forward, burying himself inside her while he fucked her ass with his fingers. His body took over, his mind all but consumed by the lust coursing through his veins as he fucked her. Deep and slow, then shallow and fast. He drove into her repeatedly, unable to contain the need that was wrapping itself around him, putting a chokehold on him as he possessed her, claimed her.

“Kennedy,” he growled, knowing he was getting close.

In order to focus, he pulled his fingers from her ass and gripped her hips, driving into her harder, faster, over and over until Kennedy was chanting his name, her cries of pleasure a beautiful harmony to his ears.

“Sawyer! Oh, God! I’m gonna come. Fuck me. Harder. Please don’t stop. Oh . . . My . . . God!”

When her muscles tightened, Sawyer slowed, burying himself to the hilt, withdrawing slowly, trying to hold back. And when she screamed his name again, Sawyer leaned over her, his lips against her ear. “Kennedy. Oh, God, baby. That’s it. Come all over my cock. Just like that.”

When she slammed back against him, her body taking him deeper, Sawyer couldn’t hold on any longer. His release ripped through him and once more he was crying out her name as he came deep inside her.

KENNEDY DIDN’T MOVE a muscle after Sawyer untied her and removed the blindfold. He disappeared into the bathroom, and a minute later, she heard the shower turn on. She was tempted to join him, but her body was too sated to move.

Sex with Sawyer was always spectacular, but that had been . . . more than she had imagined. Not only had they not used a condom, but there had been something else between them that time. A connection Kennedy hadn’t felt before. Maybe it was only in her head, but she didn’t think so. She’d heard it in Sawyer’s voice, in the way he spoke to her. Any other time, it would’ve probably sounded just like the same commanding tone she was used to, but tonight . . . tonight there was something more there.

At least she hoped so because, honestly, after the day she’d had, she was ready to let it all out. When she’d told Sawyer tonight that she trusted him, she wasn’t sure she’d ever spoken any truer words.

The shower cut off and Kennedy waited, pulling the blankets up over her. When Sawyer joined her not long after, she admired his impressive form as he moved silently across the darkened bedroom.

“You’re still awake,” he said softly as he crawled in behind her, pulling her up close to him and nuzzling her neck with his face.