Page 120 of Sassy Love
“Come on, Cowboy, give me every sweet fucking inch of you.”
“Sweet?” He raises an eyebrow.
“You heard what I said,” I say with a smirk. Winding this man up is one of my favorite pastimes.
He tilts his head as his jaw flexes. His arms tense as he lines the tip of his cock with my entrance.
“Please, Laws . . . Every. Single. Inch.”
His grip tightens as his stare burns into me. As if he’s trying to decide who this is going to destroy more, him or me.
I slide a hand up my ribs, cupping my breast before rolling the nipple between my fingers. My eyes flutter shut as my back leaves the bed.
“Fuck me,” he growls.
The second my eyes open again, he slams into me with a force that sends me backward on the bed. I gasp, grappling with the stretch needed to take all of him.
Oh fuck.
FUCK.
“Law—” I cry out, but the word disintegrates as he pulls out and slams into me again.
His hand wraps around my calf, lifting my leg over his shoulder as he thunders into me. His face breaks a little further with every demanding thrust.
Warmth winds through my core, and the tantalizing sparks of release taunt me, building with each move Lawson makes. I send a hand to my aching clit.
Deep blues burn into me as he smacks my hand away. “Nope. Not yet, Princess.”
I huff an indignant sound, removing my leg from his shoulder. His only reply is a smirk as his movements slow before he settles over me, fists digging into the mattress on either side of my head. “You poutin’ on me, Princess?”
“Give me what I want.”
“Don’t be so goddamn impatient. You’ll get what you need more times than you can count. You just have to trust me.”
I open my mouth to respond, but something deep in my chest snaps. I swallow around the emotion it brings and simply nod.
This is it... the moment I give in to a man.
Surprisingly, I don’t hate it.
His cock must have fucked with my logic and reason.
Because,shit.
His knuckles brush over my jaw, and he takes my mouth with his. I arch up, wanting what he’s giving up. For me.
Deep, methodical thrusts snag my attention, turning me into a writhing mess underneath him once again. I adore him inside me. We fit. We better than fit.
We’re . . . heaven.
“Laws, I can’t?—”
I can’t stop the blinding orgasm that’s tugging me off the edge and into oblivion.
“Good girl. Milk my fucking cock. Get used to it, because you’ll be doing it again and again before we’re done.”
His mouth sinks over my nipple. He sucks, nips, and suckles until the waves of ecstasy leave me ragged. I lie limp, hands over my head, and he stills for a beat, kissing my neck and nipping my jaw.
