Page 41 of Sunrise

“And here I thought I was the one calling the shots around here.”

Knox pulls on his shirt next. “I’m using my pretty privilege to get the good stuff from the kitchen. Any requests?”

“Steak,” Vault replies. “Medium.”

“I know how you like it.” He stuffs his feet into his boots. “What about you, Soph?”

I’m suddenly not very hungry. “Something light and sweet.”

“You got it.” The door softly closes behind him.

“I feel like I’m in a dream.” Turning to Vault, I rest my leg over his groin. His hand is hot on my thigh when he strokes it lazily.

“Tell me about it.” Staring up at the ceiling, hefrowns. “I’m going to have more setbacks during these sessions.”

“You don’t know that.” I pull the blanket over me a little. “Look how far you’ve come in the past year, eleven months, three weeks and two days.”

“You’ve been counting?”

“Every day with you is worth celebrating. Of course I keep count.”

He gets this goofy, shy, lopsided smile that makes him look so sweet and innocent. Funny, considering he can rearrange my guts with his impressive dick moves. This man is a geek in the streets and a freak in the sheets.

Like me.

“Setbacks are okay. They show progress.”

“They show regression,” he counters.

“They show a crack in your foundation, which you then work to heal. That’snotregression.”

He doesn’t argue with me again.

I almost drift to sleep when he slides on top of me. “Can I have you?”

Vault always asks me that. As if I’d ever tell him no. “Yes.”

I’m not aroused anymore, but he rectifies that issue immediately by kissing my neck. I only have one hot button, and both these men know how to fucking push it. I feel moisture gather between my thighs, and my pussy clenches while he alternates dragging his tongue over my hotspot and kissing it.

If Vault needs to take the lead with me, he’s more than welcome. I don’t always want to be in control. It’s nice to not be the calculating one for once. Spreading my thighs to accommodate his body, I groan as he presses his tip against my pussy, findingme wet.

“You’re always so responsive,” he whispers against my ear.

“You know how to turn me on quickly.”

Pushing into me, he moves in and out, sinking deeper an inch at a time. Our mouths fuse. We inhale and groan until he manages to fully seat inside me. I playfully bite his bottom lip and tug it. He runs his hands through my hair, swiping stray strands from my face. Then he moves over me in big, slow, deliberate thrusts, which drives my lust up the charts.

His muscles contract under my hands. His skin heats up. He smells so good, I wish I could live in a cloud of it forever. His damp hair brushes against my cheek when he nuzzles my neck, hitting my button again. My pussy clenches.

“Fuck, Soph.” He nips my neck and thrusts into me harder. “You drive me wild when you grip like that.”

Hooking my legs around his middle, with my nails digging into his ass, I let him edge me towards an orgasm. He hits everything just right. So calculating and precise. Efficiently perfect.

Warmth spreads through my coiled belly and his pace shifts into fifth gear.

My palms slam against the headboard as I brace myself. Vault rails me until I’m sinking my teeth into shoulder, grunting like an animal. My release takes me to the moon.

He doesn’t stop even after I’ve melted into the mattress. Unable to stay locked in, my legs flop open, and arms fall. Vault continues to chase his release. Grunting, moaning, thrusting harder and harder. It borders violence, which I crave.

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