Page 56 of Savage in the Sweets
Lacy
In the blink of an eye, my dress is on the floor. Colin’s pants follow closely behind.
Just knowing his huge cock is going to be inside of me makes me wet with want.
Colin pulls his shirt off, then circles his muscular arms around me, lifting me, so my core is pressed to his solid abs as my legs wrap around his body.
“I’m going to love fucking you,” he confesses.
He walks me over to the bed, setting me down on the edge as he goes to his knees, wasting no time as he plants a series of wild kisses on my core.
Almost immediately, my passion explodes in a powerful burst, and I cry out in ecstasy as his tongue paints masterful strokes along my intimate folds.
Before my body has time to calm, he throws me further up on the bed, grabs a condom from his nightstand, opens it, and rolls it on quickly.
“You sure?” he asks with an arched brow.
“Get over here!”
He crawls on all fours toward me, his massive cock bobbing between his legs.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps.
I could say the same to him, but I don’t. I’m too lost in the moment.
He moves up my body, aligning his member with my core and bringing his lips to mine as he prepares to breach my now-soaked center.
He takes my hand, pressing it up near my head, threading his fingers through mine as he looks down at me with eyes so sweet and loving, they melt me.
“I’m always going to remember this moment,” he says, his warm breath gently caressing my neck.
Everything feels perfect with Colin, like we were meant to be here, in this moment, together. Like it’s meant to last forever.
“Take me,” I beg, barely recognizing my voice, it’s so thick with desperation.
He plunges into my core, and we both cry out deep, needy moans.
Without missing a beat, he begins to pump into me fast and hard, at the perfect angle, and I feel my passion begin to build again.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps out. “God, you feel amazing.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as waves of bliss wash over me.
“Fuck.” Colin’s body trembles as he releases a guttural groan.
We meet forehead to forehead. Bodies shaking. Wholly satisfied.
“I feel like a damn teenager after that,” he confesses.
“Everything about it was perfect.”
He rolls to the side, facing me, bringing his arms around me.
“Stay,” he says.
“Are you sure?”
“I want to get to know you better. What you’re like in the morning. What your favorite breakfast is. But perhaps, more importantly, I want Michael to get to know you too.”
