Page 143 of Sweet Hate
I haven’t asked her to stay since the night it went to hell, but I wish she would.
I want to take care of her.
Protect her.
I want to be her beast between the sheets and the knight that slays the monsters under her bed.
I want her to need me as much as I need her.
The stress of the Merryweather wedding must be triggering her anxiety.
I know she has nothing to worry about because, since she’s been back in town, my pants have been getting tighter, and not just because of my perpetual boner.
My unhealthy addiction to eating anything she brings into the firehouse is definitely making me and my crew work double time in the gym, that’s fordamn sure.
I need to head back to work, but I can’t leave until I get my girl to relax.
Standing us up, I walk her back to the island where she was working.
I crowd behind her and push her body right against the counter, skimming my hands down her sides. Her soft curves molding to my hands has me biting back a groan.
She instantly relaxes against me turning my blood molten. I could get drunk off this feeling.
Her submission is intoxicating.
I caress her ear with my tongue as I move my hand to the waistband of her pants, slipping under to brush against her clit. The low moan she lets out hits me straight in the groin.
“Work, Sprinks. You make your cake while I make you come.”
I slide one finger into her pussy, soaking it in her juices before circling it around her clit.
Her head falls back on my shoulder, her eyes closed.
“Axel, I can’t.”
I pinch her clit, simultaneously tugging her ear with my teeth, making a shudder vibrate through her.
“Be my good girl, read out the recipe as you work.”
If the bar wasn’t empty, they’d have definitely been treated to the sexy moan she releases at my words.
She wants to be my good girl.
Filing that knowledge away, I rub her clit, a stroke for every ingredient she adds to the bowl. When she starts to mix, I slip two fingers inside her wet pussy and move them, listening to the slick sounds they make while pressing my palm against her clit to create extra friction.
“I’m so proud of my girl. You’re doing so well.”
She moans as she grinds into my hand. I play with her nipple as I pick up the pace with my other hand, thrusting my fingersharder and deeper inside her, scissoring them, while her tight little pussy clenches around me.
Her shaky, breathless voice and the noises she’s making are giving away how close she is to breaking apart in my arms.
I press my hard cock into her delicious ass to try and give myself some relief as I work my fingers to the same rhythm.
“When I tell you to let go, I want you to be a good girl and come all over my hand. I want to be able to suck your juices off my fingers and taste you for the rest of the day.”
Her head falls forward on a moan, so I brush her hair off her neck and press my lips to the warm, sweet-smelling space.
Christ, her scent drives me wild. She constantly smells good enough to eat. I continue working my fingers into her, all thoughts of the cake in front of her forgotten as she loses herself in my arms.
