Page 6 of Sweetie Pie
“I’m just trying to enjoy what’s happening.”
He pulls me to the bed and lifts me up, tossing me on it lightly. Squeaking, I stare at him as he pulls his own pants off and then pushes his black boxer briefs down over his stiff, engorged erection.
My breath freezes and my head feels light. “Oh my god! You’re huge.”
He smirks. “Thank you. You really know how to make a guy feel good, Mags.”
Skittering backwards, I eye him warily. “I’m not trying to flatter you. I’m not sure that thing is going to fit.”
“Trust me. It will. You just need a little warming up.”
He slips down on the bed and my head pops up. “What are you doing?”
His wicked chuckle puffs across my lower lips as he splays them open and then his mouth is on me, soft and gentle. Warm and damned good. “You be a good girl now and I promise you’ll love every damn thing I do to this delicious little body,” he whispers.
“Oh hell!” I whimper, my hips pushing up into him as he lashes my clit with his tongue and pushes inside my body, drinking down all my juices with sloppy intent.
I’m floating, flying. I’m on fire with need, crazed with lust. And he won’t let up.
I try to move away from him. It’s too much.
But he pulls me back and buries his tongue and mouth inside me, around me, pleasuring me in ways that I’m not sure that I can take.
“You can take it.” I flush when I realize I said that out loud.
His thick finger slips inside my pussy at the same time that he lifts his head and laps gently at my nipple through my bra, laving it until it’s tingling and tightening.
My core tightens and my head falls back, my whole body coiling and then exploding wildly. Fireworks paint my closed eyelids and I scream wildly before finally falling to the bed, limp and drained.
One eye cracks when he grunts and then leans over my lips, whispering, “I hope that you don’t think that was it. Because that was just the appetizer, Mags. You’re about to get the four-course meal.”
Holy shit! I think I’m going to die from sex and I sure as hell hope my brothers don’t find out what killed me.
It might kill them too.
Colt
Satisfaction roars in me like a fucking beast. My woman is limp and flushed, her long dark hair sticking to her forehead and her pink cheeks.
And she’s never been more beautiful.
Her glazed, soft brown eyes stare up at me. “Wha?”
I slip up until I’m covering her body and I’ve got all those soft curves spread out under my hands. My fingers pluck at her little pink nipples barely hidden in her sheer bra. “I think we’re done with this,” I growl and then I tug and pull at the back clasp until it’s undone and her heavy breasts fall into my palms, the soft weight perfect in my hands.
She gasps and her head goes back again. My mouth comes down on her tight little nips and she whimpers when my teeth rake the sensitive skin. She tastes like the finest wine. Ambrosia on my lips.
Her hips move restlessly and I growl under my breath, pushing my hips into her until she can’t move. “Look at you going crazy for my cock. You’re so pretty when you fucking need me.”
She groans and whimpers but never says a damn thing that makes any sense.
“How do you feel, Mags? Good? How much do you want me to take this little body?”
Her blazing amber eyes lock on mine. “This much.” Her little hand wraps around my cock and both of us moan. My eyes squeeze shut tight. I grit my teeth to keep from blowing like a fucking teenager with his first girlfriend.
Her hand tightens and slips along my thick shaft and a greedy light plays in her pretty eyes.
Then my heart stops in my chest when she sits up and pushes me over. “Are you alright?”
