Page 137 of Sugar & Shadows

“That’s my girl.”

I hooked my fingers in the waistband and dragged the scrap of lace down, my vision tunneling as her gorgeous pussy came into view. I couldn’t stop myself from grazing her clit with my tongue.

“Oh my God,” she said, taking an awkward step back, her pants still around her knees.

“I’m going to need more access.” Standing, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bed.

Once I had laid her down, I tossed her pants and undies aside, then spread her legs wide.

“Oh fuck.” I growled, the ache in my dick threatening to kill me. “So perfect.”

All the patience I’d been so proud of flew out the window as I lowered my mouth to her center.

She writhed beneath me, each move only spurring me on. With a moan, I doubled my efforts. She was soaked. So sweet and so ready for me. Every cell in my body screamed at me to fuck her hard until she was shouting my name.

But with a deep breath, I summoned all my self-control. This was about her. And I had her right where I wanted her. I couldn’t fuck this up.

Lazily, I dragged my tongue along her folds, pinning her thighs open and exploring every inch of her. I flicked her clit, and she rewarded my efforts by threading her fingers through my hair.

Encouraged by the move and the desperate sounds she made, I teased her, holding back until she was tugging hard on my hair and begging for more.

I slid a finger inside her, and as I dove in again, licking and sucking faster and harder, her muscles clamped around me.

In no time, she was screaming and riding my face, begging to come. So I added another finger. Instantly, she spasmed, and as I gently added to the pressure I was putting on her clit, she shattered beneath me.

The abandon with which she shouted my name sent heat coursing through me. And as she clawed at me and pulled my hair without restraint, I was filled with pride.

She collapsed, panting, as I lifted my head.

“Wanna go again?” I said, cocking an eyebrow.

She lifted her head up. “Ohmygod.” She flopped back on the mattress. “I can’t talk. Fuck.”

My smile almost split my face in two. I stepped back and stood at the foot of the bed, reveling in the sight of her splayed out in front of me, naked and writhing.

“Get naked,” she commanded.

Only then did I realize I was still fully dressed. Scrambling, I yanked off my shirt. Unbuttoning my jeans was a more difficult task with the way my erection pulled them taut. I was painfully hard, but I didn’t care. The sight of Sabrina like this, knowing I was the reason, was worth a lifetime of blue balls.

“Are you going to stand there staring or are you going to fuck me?”

Chuckling, I hastily stepped out of my pants. “There’s my girl,” I said, grasping her calves and pulling until her ass was at the end of the bed. “So demanding.”

I held her legs up as I lined myself up, then locked eyes with her. “This okay?”

“Yes. Please.” She begged, her back arching.

Pushing into her was like stepping into heaven. Maybe it was the angle, but I’d never experienced such an intense sensation. I had to stop for a second and collect myself. Otherwise I’d do something embarrassing.

“You are so tight.” I groaned, guiding her calves to rest on my shoulders. “So wet and so perfect.”

“Please,” she begged, clawing at the bedding.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. Clutching her hips, I thrust deeper. So deep I almost saw stars.

“I’m not gonna last long,” I warned.

“I don’t care,” she cried out. “I just need it.”