Page 24 of Sawyer

“No.” I keep my eyes closed, focusing on my inhales and exhales. I want more, not less. “No. I like the fullness. It hurts, but in a good way.”

His other hand moves from my hip to my breast, where he flicks my nipple with his thumb. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect. Fair warning, I ain’t gonna last long.”

“I ride fast for a living.” I feel my lips curl into a grin. Opening my eyes, I see him looking up at me in awe.

The burn between my legs dissipates, pleasure rising in its place.

“You can go slow with me.” He cups my breast, feeling its weight. Marveling at it, really. Then he reaches up and tucks my hair behind my shoulder. “I wish you could see yourself right now, Ava. Being brave and taking my dick like this—you’re red”—he swipes my cheek—“and you’re lit up. So strong.”

His voice gets a little hoarse on the last words. My chest hollows out. This man’s earnestness might just be the sexiest thing about him. He doesn’t play games or hold back. He bares himself to me in a way no man ever has before.

He’s supremely confident. And that makes me wanna be confident too.

I rock my hips a little, making him hiss.

“You ready to come?” His hand glides down my belly.

I nod. “Please.”

“So polite when you wanna be.”

“Are you?” I pant. “Ready to come?”

“You got no idea. Show me what this pussy can do, pretty girl. Show me how well you ride, and I’ll give you what you want.”

He rolls his thumb over my clit at the same time I rise up, then come back down. A baby thrust. But the combination of the friction and his thumb on my clit sends me spiraling. The need in my core coils tighter as his thumb works steady, patient circles over my pussy.

His stomach caves when I rock my hips harder, quicker, his pecs and biceps drawing taut as he starts to move his hips too, hitting me on the apex of my own thrusts. My tits bounce. He watches them, his lips parting, nostrils flaring.

“So fucking good,” he says through gritted teeth. “C’mon, Ava, come for me. Right now. Lemme feel you. How much you like my dick—lemme feel it.”

My thrusts become uneven. My heart goes wild inside my chest as I approach the edge. My cunt flutters around him, making our fit painfully tight, and then he presses his thumbhardagainst my clit.

At the same time, he grabs my breast and pinches my nipple.

“Oh!” I cry out, shutting my eyes as sensation slams into me.

Icome.The release pounds through me on a tidal wave of hot, heavy throbs. My entire body seizes as my pussy clamps down on Sawyer’s dick. The sweetness of it, the intensity, is unbearable. I realize we’re still holding hands when I squeeze his so tightly that he lets out a dark chuckle.

“I’m here, pretty girl.” He squeezes back. “I’m right here. You feel incredible. Keep going.”

I come for what feels like a small eternity. Streaks of neon light erupt behind my closed eyelids as I hold on to Sawyer for dear life. I use his words as a kind of mantra, a reminder to stay in the present.

I am here. I am here. I am here.

The silent chant moves through my body in time to my frantic heartbeat.

When I finally float back to earth, I smile. I feel exquisitely, joyfully alive.

But when I open my eyes, I see that Sawyer’s face is tight with emotion. I can’t read him. All I know is his eyes are lit up like twin blue flames, somehow hot and icy cold all at once.

He’s got an almost … bewildered look on his face, like he can’t believe how good this is either.

We’ve known each other for, what, a few hours? And already this is the best sex I’ve had in years.

Maybe ever.

“What?” I ask.

---