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“Sawyer,” I cry again when he seems intent on continuing his torment. He growls and climbs up my body, dragging his hands over my damp skin as he goes and I struggle to breathe as my pussy throbs with need and my skin aches to feel his touch. I look up and meet his gaze. “Fuck me. Please.”

With a groan, he presses his lips to mine as his cock brushes against my core and I lift my hips off the bed but he moves away.

“You have no idea how much I love hearing you beg me,” he whispers and I close my eyes as I shake my head back and forth.

“No more, please. I need you.” When I open my eyes again, a tear trickles down my cheek and he moans as he kisses it away.

“I need a condom,” he says, jumping up from the bed and running to his jeans by the door before grabbing one and coming back to bed. He stands over me, stroking himself a few times before he rips the packet open with his teeth and slides the condom on. When he’s back between my legs, he leans down and kisses me again, softer this time like I’m the most precious thing in his life and I gasp as he slowly buries himself inside me. My body arches off the bed and my eyes close as I try to cling to him, my hands slipping across his skin.

“Shit,” he hisses, pulling back to look down at where we’re joined together as he pulls his hips back and sinks in again, enraptured. He meets my gaze. “You’re perfect.”

I nod, ignoring his comment as I reach for him. “More.”

He flashes me a grin before plunging into me harder. My body clenches down around him and pressure builds in my belly as he keeps the same pace and leans down to kiss me. It’s such a contradiction to the animalistic motion of his hips and I’m obsessed, well and truly ruined for any other man because no other man will ever be able to compare to this. He touches me like I’m glass and indestructible at the same time.

Fire and ice.

Heaven and hell

Black and white.

It’s a perfect contrast designed and executed to drive me out of my mind.

I scrape my nails down his back and he rears back with a groan before grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed as his hips thrust into me a little bit harder.

“You’re not being very nice, angel.”

I shake my head. “Neither are you.”

“Oh. Did you want to come?” he asks, punctuating his question with a couple quick thrusts and I cry out as I nod my head.

“Yes.”

He nods and releases my hands before reaching between us to rub his thumb over my clit. “Go ahead, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

“Sawyer,” I moan as my release overwhelms me, white lights exploding behind my eyes as my body clamps down on him and shudders. He groans. Gripping my hips, he thrusts into me for a few more seconds before his eyes close and he stills, releasing something between a moan and a sigh as his body jerks above me. He sighs again as he opens his eyes and meets my gaze with a silly grin on his face. I laugh.

“You’re a tease,” I accuse him and he laughs as he rolls to the bed next to me and drops the condom in a trash can.

“Oh, angel,” he muses, pulling me into his arms. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Chapter Nineteen

Sawyer

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” her sweet voice says as she cuddles into my side and I hum, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer. She skates her fingers down my stomach. “It’s time to wake up.”

I peek one eye open. “Why don’t you keep moving that hand of yours down? That sounds like a pretty nice way to wake a man up.”

“He says like he didn’t fuck her four times last night before they finally passed out.”

“Your point?” I ask, biting back a laugh and she shakes her head.

“My point is it’s time to get up.” She swings her leg over my hips and her tits hang in my face as she reaches toward the nightstand for something. Growling, I grip her hips and try to bury my face between them as she squeals. “Stop it. I have hot coffee.”

“No,” I whine, closing my eyes. “It’s too early.”

She laughs. “It’s almost nine.”