Page 119 of Sassy Love
“Prin—” he chokes.
“Shhh. My turn.”
My turn to shower him in every mushy feeling I have for him. In every tug of my heart that I swear you could see on my face from space. Fingers in his hair, I claim his mouth with mine. Hunting for permission, I tighten my grip, and he opens.
He’s hard underneath me. My soaked pussy grinds against his hard stomach as I devour him.
My hands tremble as they lower down his neck and back up under his jaw. He catches my gaze, and we can only stare, desperate breaths puffing from our lips, mingling in the small space between us.
“Ca—”
I press a finger over his lips.
His face falls, and he swallows.
“Still my turn, Laws.”
I release my legs, sliding down until my feet hit the floor. But I don’t stop, sinking to my knees.
“Fuck, baby. The sight of you on your damn knees. Is there anything more incredible...”
“There is, actually.” I slide him into my mouth, not breaking eye contact.
“Christ,woman.”
He shakes where he stands, every inch of his muscular body vibrating as I take him into my mouth as far as I can, wrapping my fingers around the base of him. With one intense stroke, I pull up with a pop, leaving him stranded.
“Good girl.” His face curls in a half snarl as his lips part, hands folding around my face. “More.”
Without hesitation, I sink him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue, I tease his engorged tip.
Fuck. His grip on my face turns punishing.
I graze my teeth over the tip before taking him deep again. This time, he moves. Hitting the back of my throat. I fight back the tears that swell with his need. I love that I can give him this. That he can take what he needs with me.
It’s incredible.
I clamp down around him, sucking my way back up. Reaching his tip, I sweep my tongue over the small opening, taking the salty offering he gives me.
He groans, low and raw.
A heartbeat later, rough hands haul me to my feet. A hungry, wet, open-mouthed kiss covers my mouth. His hands tug me back onto his hips as he moves forward, hitting the bed before he drops me onto it. I huff out a sound that’s a tangle of surprise and absolute need. Lawson cages me in for a kiss before he stands and slides his hands behind my knees.
His thumb circles my clit before he sends two fingers through my soaked entrance. “This right here is mine, Princess. Don’t you ever forget it.”
I shake my head.
No forgetting here, Cowboy.
I ache for him. My clit throbs with an agonizing jolt with every heartbeat.
“Please, Laws.”
He hauls me to the edge of the bed, raising my hips upward to his. “Keep begging, baby. Go on, see what it gets you.”
Beg. The fucker wants me to damn beg.
. . . I absolutely will.
