Page 82 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
Finally, when I can’t take anymore, he skims his mouth along the inside of my thigh, with soft kisses. I fall over on the table to keep myself upright as he moves out from under me.
His hot, bare chest covers my back again, and his cock nestles against my ass. He grasps my chin, turning my face to the side, and plants a long drawn-out kiss on my mouth.
“See how fucking good you taste? I could fucking eat you for hours, baby, and never tire of it.” I moan and grind back against him, my pussy craving another part of him.
Leaning back, he cups my ass firmly in both his hands. “I’m finally going to fuck you with nothing but these sexy fucking socks on, baby. Straighten your arms,” he commands.
As soon as I do, he kicks my legs out, widening my stance. “Now fucking hold on tight,” he warns, seconds before raising my hips and plunging his cock inside of me, with one quick hard thrust.
I cry out at the fullness of him. “Fuck me, you’re so fucking tight. Are you all right?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!” I pant out breathlessly.
On another groan he begins fucking me with hard, fast, desperate strokes. I bite down on my lip to stifle my screams. My fingers grip the kitchen table tighter while it bangs into the wall from his force. It’s raw, it’s wild and it feels incredible.
His fingers digging into my hips, I begin pushing back against him, trying to match his deep frantic thrusts.
Heat begins coiling low in my tummy and I clench around his pounding cock. “Ah fuck! You’re close, Grace, I can feel it, baby. Fucking give it to me.”
Suddenly a sharp sting gets delivered across my ass. I gasp and clench around him again.
Sawyer groans, “Fuck! You liked that, Grace?”
“Yes,” I gasp out.
I did, I liked it a lot.
Rearing his hand back he delivers another sharp slap. I cry out again, feeling myself on the edge, knowing I’m going to fall over it any second.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Reaching a hand around me, he delivers a light tap against my clit, which has me flying over the edge. I scream through my orgasm, my voice becoming raw and hoarse from it. Sawyer’s savage pace comes to an abrupt halt as he spills himself inside of me.
He falls on top of me but braces his arms on the table, making sure not to crush me. He plants soft, gentle kisses across my shoulders. Such a contradiction to what he was doing just a few seconds ago.
“You okay, Cupcake? Was that too much?” I hear the concern in his soft question.
I shake my head, “No, Sawyer. It was perfect.”
He drops his forehead against my back, “That’s because you’re fucking perfect.”
I smile, seriously this man may be the cockiest guy in the world, but I’m pretty sure he’s also the sweetest.
I release a moan as he pulls out of me. After pulling up his underwear he picks me up and carries me to bed. And I’ve never been so darn thankful because I don’t think I could have walked if I tried. My arms encircle his neck and I stare into his intense green eyes, ones I’m hoping I’ll be lucky enough to look into forever.
“I still can’t believe you did this!” I scold Sawyer as we drive to Julia and Jaxson’s for Thanksgiving. My irritation rising when I look down at the three pies I made and see a missing slice from them all.
“What?” he asks innocently.
“Don’t you ‘what’ me! You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about.”
“You know, I like how you accused me right away. How do you know it wasn’t that dog of yours? That little bastard is a pig, he’s constantly trying to swipe food from somewhere.”
I roll my eyes, “Yes, Sawyer you’re right, because Chuckie was able to cut a perfect triangle slice from each pie.” He chuckles. “It’s not funny. Do you know how embarrassin’ it is for me to bring pies you already ate from?”
“Oh come on. You act like I ate the whole goddamn pie, when all I did was take a sliver of each.”
“A sliver? A sliver?” I screech in exasperation. “Sawyer, a quarter of each pie is missin’. When did you even have time to do this?”
He shrugs, “When you were in the shower.”
“Three huge slices of pie in twenty minutes? You are unbelievable.”
“Whatever. You’re my woman, which means I get exclusive rights to all of you, including your fucking pies. These assholes are lucky I’m even willing to share this shit with them.”
Staring at him in exasperation for a minute, I’m about to tell him where he can shove his exclusive rights when he looks over at me with a dirty grin.
My irritation fades and I shake my head, biting back a smile, “What am I gonna do with you, Sawyer Evans?”
Amusement vanishing, a hungry expression transforms his handsome face. “I have a few ideas of what you can do to me.”
I roll my eyes, but can’t deny the minor ache that starts between my legs, something that happens often when he’s openin’ that dirty mouth of his.
Things have been so amazing since telling each other our feelings. There’s still a lot to take care of regardin’ Miguel, but I know as long as I have Sawyer by my side I can deal with anything that gets thrown at me. I’m even starting to notice the old me comin’ back, the girl I was before Mama was taken. Happy, bold, confident and it’s all because of this incredibly sexy man sittin’ next to me.
“Seriously, Cupcake, my dick has been hard as fuck since you walked out in that classy-ass fucking dress. I wanted to bend you over that fucking table again, and pound into you until you forgot all about the goddamn pie I ate.”
I blush. Geez seriously? How can I still blush after eveythin’ he has done to me? Looking down, I take in the simple, yet pretty, sleeveless, baby doll, chocolate brown satin dress with cream polka dots. It flows loosely around my body, falling at mid-thigh. I wore my Grace and Lace cream-colored dress extender under it, giving the bottom edge some peek-a-boo lace.
