Page 88 of Sawyer

I murmur my assent, opening my mouth and flattening my tongue. Meeting his eyes, I silently invite him to do what he wants.

His nostrils do that thing where they flare. He looks huge, unhinged, the sinews in his neck popping.

“Then I’m gonna give it to you.” He firms his grip on my hair. “But only if you do what I tell you.”

I wait, my hand still wrapped around his dick.

“Put me inside your mouth. Go slow. You wanna suck my dick, you’re not gonna rush.”

I do as he told me, guiding his head into my mouth. I give him a gentle suck that has him cursing, using the hand he has on my hair to push himself a little deeper.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you hard here, yeah?” he says through gritted teeth.

I hum again. He pushes deeper. I swallow his saltiness, keeping eye contact the whole time. My nipples harden, suddenly sensitive to the nubby fabric of my sweater.

“That’s a good girl. Such a good fuckinggirl,Ava. My God.” He sucks in a breath as he pumps his hips. At the same time, he pushes my head forward.

I gag, tears flooding my eyes, but I don’t pull back. Instead, I swallow, and his tip meets with the back of my mouth. My pussy throbs when he gives my hair a hard pull, a tingly wave moving over my scalp.

“Stay still. Right there,” he says. “You gonna let me do what I want?”

I give him a nod.

“Good. Keep breathing. I want to feel you working for it, yeah? You want my cum, you work for it.”

This guy isgoodat being filthy. It turns me on to no end.

I hold still as he draws out a little, then thrusts back in. I gag again. He pulls back, thrusts. Pulls back and thrusts, picking up speed.

“Aw, baby, you feel so fucking good. Almost as good as you feel between your legs. You’re sweet everywhere, pretty girl.”

Encouraged by his praise, I give his head a quick, hard suck when he pulls back. In reply, he slams forward.

“Fuck that feels good. Fuck. I’m gonna come and you best swallow all of it. Show me how much you want me, baby.” His thrusts become shallow, uneven, and then he’s closing his eyes and shouting my name. “Fuck, Ava.Fuck.”

He pulls back just enough to spill inside my mouth. There’s so much cum that I’m worried I’ll choke, but he pulls back a little more so I’m able to swallow.

Opening his eyes, he watches me take all of him, just like he asked. His blue eyes are wild, bright even in the barely there light. His shoulders are relaxed, rolled back, and his lips are parted as his chest barrels out with deep breaths that begin to slow.

It hits me just how much he needed that.

Just how much he enjoyed it. Just how much I did too.

I’ve never thought about it this way, but in my work life, I break horses and train riders all day long.

With Sawyer, I’m doing the opposite. I’m bringing out his wild. I’m not breaking him, I’m bringing him back to life.

I think he’s doing the same for me.

We look at each other for a full beat. It really is chilly out here, but I’m burning up. Judging by the sheen of sweat on his neck, he is too.

Loosening his grip on my hair, he pulls out of my mouth and grabs my elbows, helping me up to my feet. My knees hurt and so do my toes, but that’s nothing a few drinks and maybe an orgasm or two can’t fix.

Sawyer brushes the hair out of my face and tilts his head, pressing a hot kiss to my mouth. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi.” I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth.

“You’re real fuckin’ good at that.” Breaking the kiss, he thumbs the corner of my mouth. “Not a drop to spare.”

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