Page 17 of Hot Response
“No, Evie. You were doing it too fucking well,” I growled. “I need more, and this is where you tell me to stop, and I will.”
“No.” She shook her head, her hands finding their way to the sides of my face. “Please. I need you,” she panted, opening her legs wider for my big body to fit better.
“You need me to fill this pretty, little pussy, baby girl?” My fingers moved between us, finding their way between her slit and teasing her clit. A groan escaped me as I felt how wet she was. Practically dripping. “My girl liked going down on me, didn’t she?”
“Yes,” she panted, grinding against my hand, trying to take my fingers deeper inside of her.
“Such a greedy girl.” I grinned. My free hand dove into the hair at the back of her head, holding it tightly, tugging her headback so I could look into the dark eyes I saw every night I went to bed. “You want me to fill this little pussy?”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Please,” she cried. I felt like a fucking caveman ready to pound on his chest.
“You don’t have to beg, baby. You’re going to get this cock,” I promised. I took my fingers away. She might have whimpered, but she looked up at me, her eyes so full of heady need to get what her body craved. I stroked my cock between her soft petals, wetting the tip with her dewy essence. “But you need to know something first.” My chest rose and fell heavily.
“Ronnie,” she whined, but I tugged at her hair again, loving the way her lips formed the perfect O for me.
“I take you right here, right now, there is no turning back. Good or bad, you’re stuck with me, cupcake.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“You don’t know me?—“
“I know you,” she challenged. I didn’t know if she was fearless or stupidly careless, though I had a feeling it was the first.
“I don’t do this, Evelyn. I don’t call off work to stay and take care of some random hot patient.”
“You think I’m hot?” My brows narrowed.
“You’re fucking breathtaking, Evelyn. This is where we would have ended up eventually, and as fucked up as that accident was in trashing your bakery, which we will get fixed up as soon as possible, I’m fucking glad it happened. It lit the fire I needed under my ass to take us here. To get you where I wanted you from the moment you told me off after I asked you to keep me company when the cake was messed up.”
“I thought you were engaged,” she whined, my cock slipping and sliding against her folds, teasing the two of us. I had no idea how the hell I had the strength to keep the conversation with how good she felt, so wet and slick, but deep down inside, thatpart of me that had been asleep since losing Sara that had come awake with Evie knew this was important.
This was needed if I wanted to make sure, without a shadow of a doubt, she knew this wasn’t a fling or something casual. To me, as I looked at her dark eyes piercing right through to my soul, I knew she was my end game.
She was the one for me.
And fuck, as crazy as it sounded, I could have bet my fucking 401K that Sara had somehow helped in us finding one another.
SEVEN
EVELYN
“Evie,”he groaned. The deep animalistic tone to his voice felt like an electric tingle straight to my clit. “Tell me you know that if I take you, this is it. You’re mine.” His warning sounded like the sweetest promise.
“This is crazy,” I panted. I wanted to give in more than I wanted to breathe. And it wasn’t just because I wanted him to fuck me seven ways to Sunday like I had a feeling he could do.
No. It was because there was something about the way he looked at me, the way I felt in his arms, and the way he’d taken care of me and fussed over me, I knew in my bones the pull we felt wasn’t something casual or an itch we had to scratch. It was bigger and brighter and felt so damn important it should have scared the hell out of me that maybe I’d somehow actually found someone I wanted to spend my life with.
“Ronnie,” I whispered, my hands stroking the sides of his handsome face.
“It's not, and you know it.” His jaw strained, and I looked up at him, trying to cut through the haze of lust and desire. I felt drunk and dizzy, but in the best way possible. “I won’t hurt you. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. With time, you will see thekind of man I am. I’m not one to say things lightly, and when I make a promise, I keep it.”
“Baby,”
“Tell me,” he demanded, and the words came out before I thought it over.
“I’m yours,” I answered, feeling like I was on the edge of a cliff about to dive right into the unknown.
“Good girl,” he praised. Ron’s lips crashed into mine, and I felt the thick crown of his cock press against my entrance. I was wet and ready, knowing that the moment he slid in, there would never be any turning back.
