I just reach for him, because right now, this—him, us, the heat, the water—is the only thing keeping me steady in a world that suddenly feels too damn fragile.
And when he pulls me into his arms, every jagged edge inside me smooths out.
Because with Sawyer DeWitt standing beside me, I finally believe it—I’m safe.And maybe?Just a little bit cherished, too.
Chapter 23-Sawyer
My dick is so fucking hard, I barely feel the water soaking into my flannel and jeans as I crash my mouth into hers.
She tastes so fucking good.Sweet like strawberries, but full of spice and fire.
Her body is soft and plump, the perfect foil for my hardness, and I rake a hand down her flesh, pushing between her legs until I find my prize.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, not content until I have two fingers shoved inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.So hot and wet for me, aren’t you Lil Bit?”I growl.
She nods, clutching at my shirt, and I struggle to keep up, fucking her on my hand as I use the other to remove the necessary clothing that’s in my way.
She helps.Fuck,she helps, pushing the wet fabric off my shoulders and shoving my wet jeans down my hips just enough to free my steel hard cock.
I’m still mostly dressed, but I’m also two seconds from coming all over her soft belly.
But I’ll be damned if I do that before she comes.
I need her there.So I drop awkwardly to my knees, lifting one thigh over my shoulder, I keep pumping those fingers inside her as I press the flat of my tongue to her hot slit.
Fuck.She is so sweet.
And I am starving for her.
So I eat.
I eat her pussy, licking and swallowing, sucking on her tight bud.And when she finally starts to pulse around my digits, I move, lifting her against the tiled wall, and I slam my hips forward, not stopping until I’m balls deep inside her tight little cunt.
“Sawyer!”she yells, and I start to move.
I thrust in and out of her body, pounding my hips forward, stuffing her with my dick with every swivel and slide.
She’s still tight.Still small.And the way she squeezes me?
Fuck, I never felt anything like it.
She was made for me.
Hearing that prick call her hisold lady?It made me fucking feral.Made me savage.Made me want to rip his head clean off his body with my bare hands.
I’m not a biker.I’m not in any MC.I know little about their customs and rules.And honestly?I don’t give a fuck about how anyone else lives their lives.
But Lil Bit?She’s mine.And I don’t care if you wear a patch or have a badge or live in outer fucking space, nothing changes that fact.
She.Is.Mine.
And maybe that’s why I’m rutting into her against the shower wall—to remind her, to remind myself exactly who she belongs to.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan as I grip her hips, tilting her, allowing me to slide even deeper.
“So close, Sawyer.Oh God,” she moans, and I nod against her neck.
