My other hand roams the expanse of ridiculously soft skin down her side, over her hip. It slides back to squeeze a fistful of ass, molding each mound of flesh. Her whimpers ratchet up at the exploration. My hard, throbbing cock nestles against her round stomach. I thrust against it, groaning at the friction.
The need to consume this woman overwhelms me. It feels as if I don’t have her, my world just might end. She is everything I never knew I wanted.
I trail my mouth down her neck and over her collarbone to the heavy globes of her tits. Tight rosy nipples greet me and Iswirl my tongue around each peak before latching onto one. Her fingers fist in my hair as I suck and flick the flesh.
I reach down to her thigh and pull her right leg to hook around my hip, opening her pussy to me. My fingers delve into the folds to find them slick and swollen. She gasps as my hand glides over her sensitive flesh. I circle her clit before sliding first one then two fingers into her channel.
I pump my curled fingers and am rewarded with moans I want to hear for the rest of my life. There’s no containing my grin when she rides my hand.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need. Such a good girl. So greedy for me,” I encourage her with my mouth next to her ear before tracing the shell of it and clamping down on the lobe with my teeth.
The base of my spine tingles when her fingers bite into my shoulders. Her head rolls as I pepper kisses down to the crook of her neck before I suck the flesh there. Her hips rock faster against my hand, and my thumb sweeps her pulsing clit as her walls clamp down. The need to be inside her as she comes undone has me pausing.
“Sage, honey, are you on birth control? I’m dying to be buried inside you while you come. I’m clean.”
Her eyes pop open, meeting mine. “Fuck, that’s hot. Yes, please. I have an IUD and was tested after the bastard cheated on me.”
“Thank fuck,” I groan as I lift her against the wall then guide my cock inside her tight, wet heat. Her legs wrap around my waist and my hands settle under her ass. My hips snap into her as her pussy flutters around me, squeezing me tight.
“Rub that pussy for me,” I demand before capturing a taut nipple in my mouth. I lightly bite the flesh as her hand brushes my cock, while she rubs her clit. I can only hope she’s therebecause I can’t hold back any longer, shooting streams of cum inside her.
She screams, going stiff in my hold as I slam into her one last time. My forehead falls between her breasts as I fight to keep from going to my knees from the force of my orgasm, unlike any I’ve had before.
She’s limp as I ease out of her warmth. I brace against the wall, steadying us both before turning us toward the cooling water to rinse. She’s quiet as I twist the water off. I dry Sage and then myself with a fluffy towel that was hanging on the wall.
I guide her to her bed, lifting the covers for her to slide in. Rounding to the other side, I climb in and pull her to me after situating the covers over both of us. I hook my leg over her hip and my hand combs her hair back from her face. Her eyes lock with mine as I do so.
“Talk to me, darlin’. I need to know you’re okay.”
She bites down on her plump bottom lip before shaking her head. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be okay again. I think you broke me.”
My heart lurches. “I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head again. “No, but I’ll never be the same again knowing what being with you feels like.”
My chest swells as I grin and rub my nose against hers. “Same, darlin’, same.”
Chapter Nine
Sage
The ache between my thighs is acute when I wake up. A pulsing reminder of the man who showed me what it’s like to be fucked senseless. Stretching with a groan, my hand hits cool sheets beside me. Before I can frown, the scent of bacon fills the air, and I shuffle out of bed in anticipation.
I relieve my bladder then pull on some underwear and one of Archer’s soft flannel shirts. A thrill runs through me at being surrounded by his scent as I roll the cuffs and button a few buttons, loving its looseness on me. It’s not often, or more like never, a man’s shirt is big on me.
Eagerly I scurry down the hall, only to once again, in less than twelve hours, be frozen in place. Only this time it’s not butterflies and lust swirling through me. Nope, nausea and dread have me swallowing down the urge to wretch at what I’m hearing.
Archer is quietly talking on his phone as he stands shirtless, pants riding low on his hips, at my stove frying bacon. “I know, sweetheart. I miss you too.”
Fuck him for looking so sexy as he proves once again men are the scum of the earth. This is what I get for not learning my lesson the first time. I once again find myself with a cheater. Only this time I’m not the one being cheated on. That poor woman probably has no clue the man she loves is stepping out on her.
I knew he was too fucking charming. Well, I’m not letting him get away with this. I hate to be the one to break it to her, because I know how it feels to be in her shoes, but fuck if I let him get away with this shit.
“He doesn’t miss you that fucking much! He’s been too busy screwing me!” I yell to ensure the woman on the phone can hear me.
Archer spins my way so fast I’m surprised he doesn’t fall over. His eyes narrow on me. “Sweetheart, I’ll call you back. I’ve got to go.” He pauses. “No, everything’s fine. Sorry you heard that. I’ll explain later, okay?”
I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest both as a shield and in an attempt to hold myself together, because it’s entirely possible I might just fall into a million pieces at being screwed over yet again.
