Page 81 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
His jaw flexes, and his expression becomes fierce, as he threads his fingers through my hair and winds it tightly around his fist.
“Then take it, baby, it’s all fucking yours.”
I haven’t done this in a long time, and only to one person. But I feel no trepidation, only eagerness of wanting to please, to bring him the same kind of pleasure he’s always bringin’ me.
I slide his underwear down just far enough until his erection springs free. With both hands, I grasp his smooth, hard cock and stroke him firmly from base to tip.
He hisses a breath through clenched teeth and pumps himself into my hands. When pre-cum spills from the tip, I lean in and lick, loving the erotic taste of him. A long, loud groan erupts from Sawyer’s chest, encouraging me to go further. Taking one hand away, while keeping the other at the base of his shaft, I lean in again and draw all of him into my mouth. I take him as deep as I can go and stroke where my mouth can’t reach.
His fingers tighten in my hair, causing a delicious sting that increases the pulse between my legs. “Fuck yes! That’s it, baby, take all of me.”
His erotic words and throaty groans empower me. I suck my way back to the tip, hollowing out my cheeks and give him a show, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
Growling, he begins controlling my rhythm, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, with fast desperate strokes. I hum my approval, letting him know I like his control. “Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking sight. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking this sweet, hot mouth of yours, Grace.”
I moan from his dirty words, and my panties becoming insanely wet. When he thrusts again, hitting the back of my throat, I grab his hips to keep him there and swallow.
“Jesus, fuck!”
An animalistic sound erupts from his chest seconds before he pulls himself away and hauls me to my feet.
“Why did you…” my question falls flat at the raw expression on his face, his eyes wild with lust.
Spinning me around so my back is against his chest, he cups both my breasts, rolling and pinching my tight nipples. Moaning, I drop my head back to his shoulder and push my ass into his erection.
“Why did I stop?” he whispers in my ear, finishing my question. “Because as much as I love your hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick, Cupcake, I want to come inside your tight pussy instead.” Coasting one hand down my stomach, he slips his hand in my shorts and runs two fingers through my wet slit. When his fingers skim my swollen clit I cry out and grind into his erection again.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. You want that too, don’t you? Want my dick buried deep in your pussy?”
Lord, I love it when he talks like this to me, his voice thick with lust and tight with restraint.
“God, yes!” I respond breathlessly, my need becomes so desperate it’s robbing me of breath.
“How do you want it, baby? Fast and hard, or slow and deep?” he asks, taking a nip at the ear he’s whisperin’ in.
“All of it. As long as it’s you, I don’t care.”
“Oh, it will always fucking be me. Forever, Grace, you will belong to me.”
“Yes, forever.”
“Damn fucking straight.”
A whimper of disappointment spills past my lips when he removes his fingers from me. He encircles each one of my wrists then places my hands on the kitchen table in front of me, bending me over.
“Keep them there.”
I shiver with arousal at the authority in his tone. He brushes my hair across one shoulder then begins trailing soft wet kisses down my back, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
Dropping to his knees behind me, he caresses my ass, that’s still covered by my shorts. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen, Grace. I swear it was fucking made for my hands.”
My moan turns into a gasp when he grabs the thin material at my hip and rips it down the side, my panties going with it. Leaving me in nothing but my Alpine thigh highs.
My breathing becomes erratic and my heart speeds up with anticipation. Turning around, Sawyer situates himself between my legs and widens my stance to accommodate his broad shoulders, my feet now placed on either side of his hips. His face is only inches from where I ache for him most.
He spreads me open for his viewing. “Prettiest fucking pussy and it’s all mine.”
I shiver as his warm breath whispers across my clit, making me lose my mind, “God, Sawyer, please.”
“Christ, I fucking love hearing you beg for my mouth. Tell me, Grace, what you want, say it…”
“Lick me, touch me, just… do somethin’, please,” I beg again, desperate for him to relieve my ache.
“With fucking pleasure,” he growls out, seconds before burying his tongue in my warm wet flesh.
“Oh god, yes!” My knees go weak from the intense pleasure. He cups my ass to keep me upright then brings me closer against his mouth, his tongue moving in me slowly and skillfully. Giving just the right amount of pressure and licking in all the right places.
Keeping one arm braced on the table I thread my other through his hair, pulling the silky strands. His hands move from my ass and run up my ribs to cup my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples.
Cries and moans spill past my lips and I begin fucking his mouth greedily. His groan of approval has my tummy tightening in response from the vibration of it.
My body begins to hum with my impending orgasm. “Oh god, Sawyer… I’m going to come.”
He pinches my nipples with brutal force, and the sensation shoots straight to my clit. That’s when he sucks the swollen nub between his lips causing me to shatter. I scream and sob through my orgasm as ecstasy soars through me. Sawyer groans and keeps his moment, drinking ever bit of pleasure that spills from me.
