Page 41 of The Worst Pucking Deal

Sawyer moves his hand to my lower stomach, the tips of his fingers ghosting across my skin as he nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer. “Why lie about where you’re from?”

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at the stupid question, I quip, “Because I don’t want people to know where I’m from.” He chuckles wryly and slides his hand between my legs, cupping my naked sex. I shudder and my nipples immediately stand at attention. “What are you—”

He shushes me before I can finish talking. “I’ll be asking the questions tonight,” he replies. “Tell me, Lucia, how old are you?”

Sawyer runs a finger through my folds, and I hate that I’m wet for him. “Twenty-seven,” I moan as he finds my clit and slowly rolls it in circles.

“What do your parents do?” he asks, almost giving me whiplash from the change in our conversation.

“I don’t want to talk about my parents while you’re touching me,” I say incredulously. When he removes his finger, my hips lift from the bed, chasing his hand.

“Looks like you don’t really want me to stop,” he observes. “Want me to continue?”

I throw my arm over my eyes. “Yes,” I admit in a small voice.

“Then remove your fucking arm and answer the question.”

“I don’t know what my mom does with her time, and my dad is dead.” His finger immediately returns, picking right back up. My reward for answering.

“Any brothers or sisters?”

“I… I…” Fuck, words are hard when he’s expertly playing with my needy nub. “Too many to count. I come from an enormous family. Just the immediate family alone is more than thirty people.”

He tilts his head to the side, giving me an appreciative look. “I believe you so far.”

Then he moves his hand so two fingers are prodding against my opening. “Please,” I moan, ashamed of how needy I sound. Then I remember what he just said. “Is this a test?” I ask, genuinely curious about what he’s hoping to achieve with these questions.

Sawyer slides his fingers inside my cunt, curling them when they’re all the way inside me. I moan and arch my back. “You’re so pretty when you’re consumed by what I can do to your body,” he rasps.

Then he shifts so he can kiss and lick his way down my neck and all the way to my chest. He leaves a wet trail of saliva behind that he blows on, making me shiver. I moan as he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth.

“Not a test,” he answers around my nipple in his mouth. He lets go with a pop and elaborates. “Your evasive answer about your parents means you aren’t close with your mom. Neither am I, by the way. And knowing you have a big family should mean you’re comfortable in a crowd. Which you were tonight, at least until John showed up.”

Well fuck, he’s noticing a lot more than I’ve given him credit for, and I’m not sure how to feel about that. But I lose the ability to think straight when he pumps his fingers harder into me. Without thinking, I move my hand to the back of his head, holding him against my chest. My breath hitching as he lazily licks my areola.

The intimacy of the position hits me hard, and I immediately let go, pushing him back so there’s more distance between us. Needing to remember this is nothing more than a transaction, I pick the conversation back up with a question of my own. “Why do you need to know those things about me?” He’s looking straight at my exposed sex, and for some reason that’s turning me on and making my voice breathier. “Wouldn’t it be better to ask me… I don’t know. More specific questions?”

“And why would I do that?” He finally looks up, staring at me through dark, fiery orbs. “Anyone can look into you and learn what your first pet was, or how old you were when you got your first period.”

That’s probably true enough, except my past is hidden by the Don of my family. Then again, with Fabian turning up tonight, maybe I’ve taken that for granted. Shit, now that my husband’s found me, I’m in an even bigger hurry than I thought.

Sawyer pulls his fingers out of me and lifts the hand to his lips. “You never answered me the other day, Lucia. So I guess I have to find out for myself.”

I ignore the dark reminder as I watch Sawyer lick his fingers clean, which is as obscene as it is hot. His eyes flutter closed, and he groans as the taste of my pussy hits his taste buds. Fuck, the sight is making me even wetter and I’m seriously contemplating begging him to fuck me. Sex is part of our deal, so I don’t imagine he’d need much persuasion.

Before I can form the words, he gets off the bed and rids himself of his clothes until he’s standing in only his boxer briefs. Without looking away, he crawls onto the bed and settles himself between my spread legs. My breath hitches as excitement spreads through my body.

As if reading my thoughts, he rasps. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. But I promise to make you come.”

“O-okay,” I stutter, his words barely registering. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to push him closer as he grinds his boxer-covered hardness against my pussy. “Sawyer.”

Rutting into me like an animal, he leans down so our chests are pressed together, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of my head so he’s not crushing me. The coarse hair on his chest feels amazing against my sensitive nipples, and I moan unashamedly loud at the contact. Paired with the movements of his hips, my pleasure soars higher, taking me closer to the peak I’m desperate to fall over.

“Mhmm, Sawyer,” I moan, my eyes closing. I’m almost there… just a little bit more.

As my body tightens and my orgasm is so close I can practically taste it, Sawyer slows down. “Who’s John?” he rasps.

The words are like cold water on my hot skin. “What did you just say?”

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