Page 18 of Sugar and the Skeptic
He quirks a brow as he lets his shirt fall from his arms. God, he looks like a ripped god standing at the gates of Olympus.
“Fast it is,” he says, unbuckling his belt and making quick work of letting his pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor with the rest of our clothing. Now, I have an internet connection, so I know exactly what an erect penis looks like, but seeing the glory of his aroused cock standing thick, tall and proud has my insides aching and my nipples getting so hard they could cut glass.
“Like what you see?” he asks, moving to the bed and climbing over me, his tongue letting me know my nipple reaction didn’t go unnoticed.
I moan as he sucks and swirls, a hand massaging the fullness of my breast at the same time. “Fuck me, Rafe. Please.”
His hips settle between my open legs, his thick shaft nestling against my soaked seam. He groans. “God, Sugar. You’re so fucking wet for me. Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
With a grind of his hips, his shaft slides between my legs, the ridged edge of his tip bumping against my clit and sending me arching up against him. “Oh yes. More, Rafe. More. I want you inside me.”
“You think you can handle me stretching that tight little hole of yours, Clementine?” he murmurs, his mouth moving to my neck as he continues to thrust his length back and forth between my legs.
“Yes. Please.”
“You’re so good at begging, baby. But I think I want to see you come first. Do you want my mouth on you? I’ll lick you real good.”
“Oh god. Yes. Yes, Rafe. I want your mouth.”
With a deep rumble coming out of his chest, he moves back down my body, paying fast homage to my other breast before sliding off the edge of the bed and kneeling between my legs. I position my feet on his broad shoulders as he drags me into position. It’s like all the excess weight I’ve always worried about means nothing to this man. He could toss me around like a ragdoll if he wanted, but instead, he treats me like a precious treasure—one he likes toeat.
“Ohhhhh!” My back arches off the bed when his tongue sweeps through my seam, starting at the bottom of my opening then gliding up to the tender nub full of delightful nerve endings before making his way back down again. I writhe from the pleasure. “So good.”
“Mmm. You taste divine. I want more.”
I gasp, loving the feel of his hot breath when he speaks, but when he leans back in and flattens his tongue against my clit while also inserting two fingers inside me, I just about launch off the bed.
“Ohhhh myyyyyyy goooooooooodddddd!!!!”
A wave of pleasure hits me, and my hips jolt against Rafe’s face, my cream probably going everywhere in my frenzied release.
“Rafffffeeeeeeee!!!!”
But he doesn’t stop there. The moment my orgasm hits, he pulls his fingers from inside me and wraps his arms around my thighs, burying his face so deep that I’d be shocked if the man can breathe. It doesn’t seem to bother him, however, as he licks and sucks and keeps me riding that high until I’m hoarse from my screams, begging him to please bring me back down.
Which he does, looking mighty proud of himself as I gasp for breath, and he looks up, wiping my juices from his chin with a satisfied grin. “That’s my girl,” he rumbles, kissing his way up my body until he’s holding himself at my shoulders, bowing his head to take my mouth once more.
I moan at the musky sweet taste, loving that he’s carrying my pleasure on his tongue and sharing it with me. It makes me want to do the same for him.
“Please give me what I need, Rafe,” I whisper in between kissing, my hips chasing the tip of his cock as it trails against the inside of my outstretched thighs. “Please. I need it so bad.”
Letting out a wicked-sounding purr, he reaches between us and positions his cock at my entrance, pushing in slightly and hissing though his teeth as my walls enclose around him.
“Fuck me, Sugar. I’m only halfway in and you’re already so tight.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Fuck. No.” He sucks in a breath. “Don’t you dare be sorry. It’s so fucking good. So incredible.”
“Ohhh,” I moan, loving the way my body aches and adjusts to accommodate him. “Good. I’m glad it feels good.”
“Oh, baby. You havenoidea. This is better than I dreamed.”
He hovers about halfway, his breathing unsteady as he makes slow work of filling me, deeper, deeper. Then he pulls back, and I whimper from the loss, hooking my feet behind his ass and urging him to fill me once again.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Sugar,” he rasps, giving me one of those sexy half smiles before he thrusts forward and fills me completely. A white-hot heat floods my senses and I cry out, my vision going blurry as he drags himself in and out of me.Bang, bang, bang.
I moan with animal pleasure, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, while tugging him in faster and harder with my crossed ankles. I never want this moment to end.
