Page 64 of Without Fault

“I am.”

She opens the door wider for me and I notice her eyes drop down to my hands. “What happened?”

She reaches for my bandages, but I pull my hand away and mumble, “Punching bag.”

I walk further in, and she doesn’t question me as I fall onto her couch. I keep my eyes on her as she makes her way over to me, but before she can sit next to me, I pull her onto my lap.

A smile spreads across her face as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Why do you always make me sit on your lap?”

I shrug softly before pulling her shirt off. “I like the way your ass feels on my dick.” I toss her shirt aside, and my lips land on her chest as I work her bra off.

“God, you are so vulgar!” She laughs softly, and I throw her bra aside next. I look up at her before taking one of her nipples between my teeth. She’s suddenly quiet, and it fascinates me how shy she gets when I have her like this.

“How was your day?” I suck on one of her nipples as I rub her other boob, and she lets out a soft sigh.

“Good.”

“What’d you do?” I slip a hand into her pants, and she sucks in a deep breath.

“Um…”

I watch her bite her lip as I work my fingers in her.

“Hmm.”

“What’d you do today?” I kiss my way along her neck as she moves her hips against me.

“Work.”

“What kind of work?” I add another finger, and she tilts her head back with a pretty moan. I let my eyes fall shut as she moans my name in my ear. My lips land on hers, and I kiss her softly as I make her come over my hand.

She’s working my pants off before she can catch her breath, but I don’t hesitate to help her take her pants off, too.

“You’re staying on top.” Not only because I lack the energy but also because I like her like this.

“Mhm.” Her lips are on mine again as she rubs her hand along my length. My lips part for her tongue, and I slip a condom onbefore she slides down on me, and I swallow every sound she makes.

Her hands are in my hair, and my hand comes around her throat as I kiss her harder. I bring my other hand to her waist as I guide her to move the way I want her to. My head falls onto the couch, and when a soft moan escapes past my lips, I feel her pull away.

“That was hot.”

I look up at her to find her already watching me. “Harder, Sage.”

She does, and our eyes lock as she clearly struggles to hold it together.

“Are you going to finish again so soon?”

“No!” She’s a horrible liar, and I bite back a smile when she slows down.

“Faster, Sage.”

A whimper passes her lips, and she picks her pace but barely. “You okay?” I tease.

“Mhm.”

“Use your words.”

She moans in response, and when her leg shakes, I flip us over. “You’re a two-pump chump.” I pound into her harder and faster, and when she finishes, I don’t stop.

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