ache of his body filling mine already becoming more than I could bare. He gripped me forcefully, locking his lips on mine before, in one swift movement, he sank himself inside my body, driving my form up the intricately designed wall at my back.
I groaned, begged for him to stop and go harder all at once, before I settled on repeating his name over and over like a prayer.
“Jesus, being with you makes me a better person. I love tasting you, laughing with you, defending you to any damn fool that harms you. I’m yours, sweet cheeks, I’m totally fucking yours.”
“I love you, Sawyer, I love you,” my words turned jagged as his hips rubbed me at a new and delicious angle, new heights inside of me spiraling out of my control, “I love you more than I thought I could love anything.”
His muscles held taut then, jaw grinding tightly as he planted me against him and came in feral waves of pleasure. I watched riveted, the pure virility of him enough to send my own core clenching in waves of anticipation of him.
“Good,” he dropped me to my feet then, eyes hooded with lust as he hoisted my thighs in his arms and angling me against the wall until my thighs were locked at his neck. “I want you addicted to my tongue,” he covered my core with his mouth, slow-fucking me in measured strokes until stars were spinning behind my eyes. “I want you begging for me every morning, and drunk on me every night.”
“I already am,” I hissed as he spun delicious figure eights around my swollen flesh.
“You’re going to be mine. Forever.”
Sawyer
“Ready to sweat?” Katie asked, barging in my office, her hair tied back in a ponytail and a cute fluorescent pink track suit on her voluptuous body. I walked past her and closed the door, making sure my body made contact with hers. It was insane what this girl did to me. I felt like a thirteen year old every time I was around her, fully hard and constantly horny. I pressed up against her letting her feel my body’s reaction around her. She giggled slapping me away, but I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to me, pressing my lips against hers. She tasted like icing sugar, strawberries and my Katie.
“Mmmmm. This is the sweetest thing I have eaten all day.”
“Why aren’t you in your workout clothes?”
“Because we aren’t working out tonight.”
“We’ve got to. I’m twenty-five pounds down.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Baby, why do we work out?’
“You work out because you like it. I work out so I can eat.”
“Katie, the love of my life, we work out to be healthy.” I hated hearing her talk like that. In the few months since Hallie’s wedding, she had been doing much better. She had been happy and focused on her work and us, but then those past doubts and verbal abuses she had been used to hearing her whole life would occasionally pop up. “Katie, if losing the weight would make you feel better because it’s what you want, then I’m all for it. But, baby, you need to know that you are beautiful. You are perfect.” Her gaze was cast down, avoiding my eyes. I could see tears falling gently on her captivating face. “Oh, baby, please don’t cry.”
I wiped at the tears, slowly lifting her face so she couldn’t hide her eyes from me. “I know what that woman did to you. I know that the years of her hurtful words caused so much damage. A mother’s job is to nurture and care for their child, in every way. Your mother didn’t do that and she should have, but baby you can’t go your whole life trying to be whatever she wants. What do you want?” My question seemed to startle her, her gaze was glassy and soft.
“Why wasn’t I ever good enough?” She asked, her words soft and breaking as she tried to hold back her tears. I took her hand and walked her over to the couch in my office, sitting down and dragging her onto my lap.
“Baby, it’s not that you aren’t good enough. It’s because she’s broken. She thinks that she needs to be a certain way and can’t accept anything or anyone that doesn’t fit into her mold. But her mold is stupid. Her way of thinking is going to make her miss out on the best