Page 37 of Keeping Mr. Sweet

“You do.” She shrugs as though she’s speaking common sense while she skims her fingers, the red tips so bright, along the hem of my white undershirt and pushes it up over my abs. “You always have. What do you think you were doing every time you dragged me out of trouble? Every time you saved me from myself? Every time you fucked me like it was the first time or the last time? I’ve always been yours, Sam.”

Closing my eyes, I press my forehead to hers. I’ll get down on my knees and beg the entire universe to just let her stay this time if it’ll make a difference. Only I’m not sure it will, because this is about me and her. I can only put stock in us.

“Fuck yeah, you have.” I say it like a prayer, because it is one.

“Show me,” she says, biting her lip invitingly. “Take me to bed.”

“No.” I growl as I swoop in on that lip she holds hostage. “I’m not going to do that.”

“You still don’t—”

I hear the wobble in her voice, the insecurity she tries to hide. The way her hands bunch up before they relax against my abs while I kiss the daylights out of her. I grip her hips and pull them closer, scrape my thumb across her thigh where the hem of her dress sits just waiting for my attention. I push it up an inch and her skin goose bumps under my touch. Damn, that’s pretty. So fucking sweet.

“Don’t want to fuck you?” I drop a hand to one of her knees and drag her leg up higher on mine as I work the black velvet up a little higher to reveal more of her tanned thigh.

Glancing at her, I catch her watching me. Her eyes are dark and hidden behind thick lashes. “Or, or you’re punishing me? Christ knows I deserve it.”

“Deserve it?” I scramble to find the logic she sees, try to pull my focus away from the route my fingers are taking to her panties while I yank more of her dress up over her heart shaped ass. I can see the two thin, black straps that narrow to one above the line of her ass. They curve around her hips to a small, satiny triangle in front. “No, you don’t deserve it.”

“Then what?” Her bottom lip drifts lower on a harsh little whimper as I stroke a knuckle down the front of that triangle between her legs. She swallows harshly. “Oh God.”

Dampness wicks into the fabric, leaving it darker just above her pussy. I love the way she responds, the way her arousal makes the whole room smell like sex. “Open your legs.”

She shifts immediately, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her thighs for me, showing me where the satin clings to her pussy between her legs. “Here?” she asks. “Like this?”

“Fuck, yes.” I fumble with my pants, get them down my hips. Can’t stand how long it takes while she’s waiting for me. Her tongue taps the dint in her bottom lip and I immediately recall how wet her mouth was, and how hot and tight she felt when she sucked me off. It was so hard to not pull her up by her hair, slam her against the wall and plunge into her willing pussy. My cock throbs and I give up on undressing the second my erection springs free. Leaning right over her, I balance my weight on one arm while I curl my fingers around that tiny piece of sating and drag it out of the way.

“Fuck me hard, Sam. I want to feel you all the way to my toes.”

With a roar I ram home.

Hot muscles grip me tight, and her hands on my ass urge me deeper.

“I missed this so much. I missed you. The way you feel inside me,” she whispers, rolling her hips to mine. “Feels so good. Better than good. Like I’m yours again.”

I grip her neck and drag my lips across hers. “You’re my girl. My dirty sweet perfection. My fucking everything.”

“Yours,” she says. “Always.”

“Tell me what you are.” I slide my arm around her waist, hold her so I can adjust the angle of our bodies and stroke her deeper.

“Your dirty sweet—”

“Everything, Ash. You’re my dirty sweet everything, and I’m never going to let you forget it again. I promise you that. Now rub that juicy clit, I want to see you come all over my cock.”

She slides a hand between us, presses a finger to that spot above where I’m fucking her. Her fingers slip and glide through her wet pussy lips, touching me where I enter her. It feels so fucking good when her nails scrape my skin. The sound of our damp bodies slapping together fills my ears along with her whimpers and pants as she brings herself close.

“Come for me.” I groan in her ear and kiss her neck. “And I promise I’ll make the next one even better.”

Her eyes glaze as she cries out, her inner muscles squeezing tightly around my cock and her fingers begin to slow their circular motions. “Oh God. More.”

“Come here.” Sliding out of her I pick her up and deposit her on her feet in front of me. Her back turned to me, I capture her hands and place them on the counter before I enter her again. She pushes back against me and I almost explode with how good it feels. Brushing her hair from her neck I nip along her spine while I fuck in and out of her the way we both need.

She drops an arm from the counter to my ass, gripping it, begging for me to scratch those spots she needs most. Begging for another climax with every mewling breath. Begging me to fill her.

Christ. I can’t hold back. Can’t keep my senses. And when she orgasms it melts my brain. Her pussy spasms again and again, sending pleasure rippling up my spine and down to my toes while I come deep inside her. Thick, hot jets of cum leave me shuddering and empty.

“I don’t think I can stand any longer,” she says as I pull out of her.

She’s leaning on the counter with my cum coating her pussy lips. There’s something incredibly satisfying about that. It’s like a rush inside my bones. I pull up my pants from where they’re twisted around my ankles and manage to do up the button before I scoop her up. Kissing her mouth, I head for the stairs. “Time for bed then.”

Winding her arms around my neck and squeezing, she pouts. “I didn’t say I was too tired to fuck.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” I smirk as I bound up the stairs.

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