Page 117 of Sinful as They Come
Sawyer chuckled lowly and used a thumb to trace along my slit. Then he licked a long stripe against me – starting at my entrance and not stopping until he got to my clit. I gasped, a hand quickly reaching down to run my fingers through Sawyer’s hair.
“You love playing with my hair, don’t you?” he muttered. “I love it too.”
I could barely focus on his words. He kept lapping at me, his tongue warm and heavy, his eyes stuck on me the whole time. I couldn’t look at him for much longer, though. My eyes soon fluttered shut as he wrapped his soft lips around my clit. I almost jolted then and there. My fingers tugged at his hair as he sucked at me more, my center feeling so wet and sticky.
“Oh, fuck,” Sawyer mumbled against me. “You taste so fucking sweet. Need more of it. Need more of you.”
Sawyer went back to licking at me, his tongue giving my slit a long, heavy stripe. Then he sucked at my clit some more. I was seeing stars. I was seeing heaven. I was seeing planets that had yet to be discovered. All I felt was pleasure. Pure, filthy pleasure. Sawyer’s hands stayed on my legs, keeping them spread nice and wide for him. His fingers pressed into my skin, his lips tightening around me. He kept moaning into my slit, the vibrations just adding to the pleasure. I was so close. I could feel it.
My toes curled as Sawyer moaned even louder, and I finally managed to open my eyes and stare down at him. He looked so good, his eyes dark and his hair a mess thanks to me tugging at his locks over and over. I could have sworn he didn’t blink. Not even once. His eyes stayed firmly locked on to mine, his lips working absolute magic against me.
He sucked and sucked and my eyes were soon rolling into the back of my head. The heat between my thighs was building up. I could feel it. It was seconds away. My orgasm was blossoming hard and fast, and soon Sawyer’s name was falling from my lips in a desperate chant.
“Oh, Sawyer,” I let out with a whimper. “Sawyer… Sawyer…Sawyer!”
It happened then. My orgasm took over my whole body. I was shaking wildly, my slit dripping wet. My breathing was uneven and my skin felt hot, but God, it was the best feeling in the world. My eyes opened and I hazily stared down at Sawyer, watching him lick at his lips. He smiled at me before leaning forward, giving my slit a soft, lingering kiss that made me shudder.
“Sawyer,” I sighed. “Mm, that felt… That felt so good…”
I heard him hum and before I knew it, I could taste myself on his lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth, his hands either side of my head.
“You have such a sweet, little pussy, princess,” he mumbled against my lips.
I whimpered, my hands tugging off his blazer. My shaky hands unbuttoned his shirt, so desperate to see him. All of him. It was only then that I realized that I had never seen Sawyer with his shirt off.
I licked at my lips when he shrugged his button-down off his broad shoulders, revealing a toned form he had been keeping from me. My hands landed on his pecs and they lowered more and more, brushing over his abs. I didn’t stop until I got to the buckle on his belt. One of his hands landed on both of mine, and my eyes quickly lifted up to meet his intense gaze.
“Watcha doin’ there, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Wanna see you. Please,” I pleaded with him. I needed to touch him. I needed to make him feel as good as he made me feel. “I wanna touch you so bad.”
He hissed and pulled his hand away, letting me unbuckle his belt. The sound of clanking metal hit my ears, and then there was the distinct noise of a zipper being pulled down.
Sawyer flipped us over, the sudden movement making me gasp, but I had so much better access to him. I laid half of my body on his chest, my breasts pressing into him. His hand grabbed mine, his fingers grasping me tight as he moved my hand lower and lower. Our eyes were locked when he pushed my hand into his pants, my fingers brushing up against his length. I gasped. He was so hard.
“I… I don’t know what to do. I just know that I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel,” I said shyly.
“Oh, baby.” He smiled. “I’ll tell ya. Just wrap those pretty fingers around me.”
I did as I was told. I still couldn’t see him yet. But I wanted to. So, so bad. I did my best to be delicate, my fingers circling around his length. I gasped again. He was so thick in my hand. So heavy. I could feel the veins that wrapped around him up against my skin.
“You wanna see my cock, honey?” he asked lowly.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling at me more and more until his length sprung free. I wasogling. I wasn’t going to deny it. I was straight up staring at him, completely in awe of what I was seeing. Sawyer wasn’t just thick. No. If I had to guess, he was a good seven inches long. The tip was pink and swollen and glossy. My tongue licked at my top lip, wondering what he would feel like in my mouth.
“My eyes are up here,” he said with a chuckle.
“Sorry.” I blushed. “You’re just… You’re really big.”
“Mm, you’re too sweet.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed.
“Just move your hand up and down, baby. Nice and slow. Maybe spit on my cock a little.”
I followed his instructions. My lips parted, letting a glob of spit fall from my mouth. It landed on the tip of Sawyer’s length, and he whispered out an “oh, fuck.”
