Page 58 of The Worst Pucking Deal

Her words make me chuckle. “Fashion over everything else, huh?” I taunt. “Not that I’m complaining. I love having easy access to your cunt.”

While my fingers piston in and out of her, she spreads her legs even more. “Please fuck me, Sawyer.”

I want to. Fuck, I want to so badly. But I’m not going to. “Not yet, bunny,” I rasp.

She tenses. “What? Why not?”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m still going to get you off.” I hike her dress up around her hips so I can look down at what I’m doing. Though I really fucking want to get on my knees and introduce myself properly to her weeping cunt, I stop myself. This isn’t the time to push that issue. “Hold your dress up for me,” I command huskily.

Lucia does as I say, holding the skirt of her dress so it’s out of the way, and I reward her by fusing our lips together again. I swallow her moans, keeping them for myself while I use my fingers to fuck her.

As the heel of my hand grinds on her clit, her moans become deeper. She uses one hand to pull at my tie. “Sawyer.” Fuck, I love the determination in her tone. “Make me come all over your fingers.”

“Always, bunny,” I rasp while wrapping my hand around her throat. I tighten my grip and fuck her harder. Her breath hitches and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t try to stop me. “That’s it. Don’t fight it, just feel it.”

My thumb is on top of her pulse, which feels fucking amazing. Like I can do anything, especially when she looks at me like she trusts that I know what I’m doing to her. “Do you trust me, wife?” I ask, needing her to say the word.

“Y-yes,” she croaks.

I add more pressure, both on her throat and on her clit. She moans beautifully in response. Her tits heave as she tries to get the air her body is so badly craving, but that I’m denying it. Never looking away from her, I see it immediately when her eyes roll back in her head. Her cunt spasms, squeezing my fingers while sucking them farther into her.

When she lets out a strained whimper, I let go of her neck. Moving closer so my body is holding hers up against the door while she sags. There’s a goofy smile on her lips, one that comes from being thoroughly fucked.

After checking the lid is down on the toilet, I take her into my arms and sit down so I can hold her steadily. Her eyes are still closed, the lids moving slightly as her long, dark lashes fan across her cheeks. I never noticed how long her eyelashes are until now. I wonder if they’re real or fake. Yet another thing I want to know.

My heart beats thunderously in my chest while I hold her tight and watch over her. It’s at this moment I realize what the fuck is going on. Lucia isn’t my pretend anything, she’s so much more than that. I don’t know when or even how it happened, only that it did. And now… now there’s no escaping it. Lucia Carter is mine—all fucking mine.

“Sawyer?” As though she’s heard my thoughts, she slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me. “That was really something,” she breathes.

“You did good, sweet bunny,” I rasp, kissing the crown of her head.

“I’m glad,” she says. “I like pleasing you.” She snuggles closer and closes her eyes again. “Just give me a few minutes, and then I’ll clean up so we can go back.”

I want to tell her that she can take all the time she wants, but I don’t—I can’t. The words stay lodged in my mouth like a golf ball I can barely swallow around. I’ve never felt like this about anyone, so I’m not sure I know what it means. Not that it really matters since I have thirteen months to figure it out.

When Lucia no longer feels boneless, she gets up and I wait patiently while she fixes her hair, lipstick, and dress. But when she wants to wipe her cum away, I’ve had it. “No,” I growl, startling her. “When we go back out there, I want to know you have your cum leaking down your legs.”

To my surprise, she gives me a sly look. “Okay,” she agrees. “You know you don’t have to growl to get your way, right? You could have just asked and I would have done it.”

Shaking my head, I take her hand and pull her out of the bathroom. “I shouldn’t have to ask.”

As Lucia and I return to the party, Tom, the GM, intercepts us with an eager grin, motioning us over to the bar. “Sawyer, Lucia, perfect timing,” Tom greets us, his eyes bright with excitement. “I want you to meet someone.”

Intrigued, we follow Tom to the other side of the bar, where a man stands waiting. He doesn’t look like the other rich and stuffy assholes. His white hair and blue eyes makes him stand out. He’s shorter than me, but then again, at six-foot-five most people are. It’s not like he’s tiny or anything, probably around six-one.

“Sawyer, Lucia, this is Fabian,” Tom introduces, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “Our newest sponsor. It’s been a long time coming, but we’ve finally come to terms.” Fabian doesn’t speak. Hell, he doesn’t even acknowledge that Tom did. “Sawyer is our star forward,” Tom continues, oblivious to the fact that Fabian is ignoring us both. He’s too busy looking at Lucia like she’s a piece of meat. It takes every ounce of self control I possess not to snarl at him to back the fuck off.

“Pleasure to meet you both,” Fabian finally says, his gaze lingering on Lucia. “Especially you, Lucia. I already feel like I know you from all the nice things Tom has said.” I swear his accent changes slightly when he says her name.

“Yes… umm… you too,” Lucia rambles, not at all sounding like her usually collected self. Instead her tone is shrill and her words are a mess.

Hmm, what the fuck am I missing here? And why do I feel like I’ve heard his voice before?

I shake Fabian’s hand when he holds it out to me, and force myself to exchange polite pleasantries with him, but my attention remains on Lucia, whose reaction is far from normal. As Fabian extends his hand toward her, she stiffens beside me, her grip on my arm tightening as a soft whimper escapes her lips.

“You okay, bunny?” I ask, my concern evident as I meet her gaze.

Her eyes betray a hint of fear, and she instinctively seeks refuge in my embrace. Anger courses through my veins, demanding to be set free. But I can’t just start punching sponsors, especially when I don’t know why.

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