She runs her fingers along the seam of her pussy and I watch, hard as fuck, as she dips two fingers inside herself.
Jesus Christ. Lightning races up my spine, every cell in my body screaming for release.
You’re the dumbass who challenged her to finish herself.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I will not come like the chump she accused me of being. Because like every other interaction we’ve had, this is a power play.
A test to see who will come out on top.
“Eyes on me,” Sutton orders, her words little more than breathless pants.
I level my gaze at her as I tear the condom open and roll it over my length.
No way am I going to stand by and watch as she brings herself to completion. I climb over the foot of the bed and crawl up the length of her body, propping myself up on one elbow. Then I grab her right hand and bring it to my mouth, silently daring her to watch as I suck her slick fingers one at a time.
The better to savor every drop.
“Sweeter than Paradise.”
A slow smile unfurls on her lips and there’s a wildness in her eyes I’ve never seen before. “Do you want another taste?”
Fuck, yeah, I do. There will never be a time I don’t want to eat her pussy, but I haven’t forgotten my other promise.
“That doesn’t sound like begging.”
“It was worth a shot.” She looks up at me from under her lashes, amusement glinting in her dark eyes. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for your cock.”
“Trust me, Shorty. You won’t be settling.”
I position myself at her entrance and lower my mouth to hers, sucking her bottom lip and taking it between my teeth. She hisses out a breath and I sheath myself to the hilt in one swift motion.
Sutton moans and I swallow the sound with another kiss.
It’s as much for my benefit as hers. She’s hot and wet and ready and it’s all I can do not to groan aloud when her tight channel grips my cock.
We move in unison, our hips slamming together as we make the climb. She meets every thrust, her fingers gripping my ass as she urges me faster and deeper. That we need to keep the volume to a minimum only adds to the excitement, and when Sutton bites her lip to keep those sexy little noises from escaping, I know she’s close.
So close.
I want to hear her scream, just like she did at the church, but feeling her come apart under me—feeling her pussy clench me tight—is enough for tonight.
Her hands glide over my shoulders, her nails sinking into my flesh as she anchors herself and wraps her legs around my waist, taking me deeper and squeezing my cock with her inner muscles.
It’s too much and not enough.
A total sensory overload. The tension at the base of my spine ratchets up and I swear to Christ I’m going to come.
The fuck you are.
There is no way I’m going to come before Sutton.
Not again.
Determined to stall the pleasure, I clench every muscle in my body. Sweat beads between my shoulder blades as I angle my hips, aiming for the spot that will give her the most intense orgasm. She moans, lips parted, and I slip a hand between our bodies, rubbing circles around her clit.
“Qué rico.” The words are followed by a quiet whimper and her eyes roll back in her head.
Fuckin’ right they do.
