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Heart hammering, she mustered all her strength and pushed herself off of him, falling onto the couch. Both of them gasped for breath, the intensity between them electrifying.
Ellie’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body burning with lingering desire.
Sawyer’s jaw clenched. His eyes darkened with frustration, his body coiled tight with pent-up need.
Before she could respond, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her onto his lap once more, positioning her so that she was lying across him—her ass arched up, exposed to his heated gaze.
His large hands gripped her, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass possessively. The kneading turned into light slaps, teasing, before escalating into firm, sharp smacks that sent a sting through her skin.
Ellie gasped, her fingers digging into the cushions.
"Sawyer—"
Her cry turned into a whimper as another sharp smack landed.
He was relentless, restless. With each punishing slap, he murmured husky words against her ear—calling her a tease, a temptress, a wicked little thing who knew exactly how to drive him insane.
By the time he stopped, her pale skin had turned completely red, radiating heat.
Sawyer’s fingers trailed down, slipping between her folds. He groaned at what he found.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "Dripping for me, even after all that. Do you even realize how much you crave me?”
Ellie bit her lip, refusing to answer. But her body betrayed her, pressing into his touch despite herself.
Sawyer exhaled heavily, his patience snapping. In one swift motion, he lifted her like she weighed nothing, throwing her over his shoulder as he strode toward the bed.
Ellie gasped, her fists pounding weakly against his back. "Sawyer, put me down!"
He didn’t listen.
The moment they reached the bed, he tossed her onto the mattress. Ellie barely had time to adjust before he was on her, his heated gaze locking onto hers.
"Keep still," he ordered darkly, his hands gripping her thighs.
A shiver ran down her spine as he positioned himself at her entrance. The thick head of his length pressed against her, teasing, before pushing forward just enough to stretch her.
Ellie’s eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
His jaw clenched as he gritted out, "You’re still so fucking tight." His voice was raw with restraint, his fingers digging into her thighs. "I’ve had my fingers inside you, my mouth, and yet…" he groaned. "You’re still this snug."
A desperate whimper left her lips as he pushed deeper, his thick length stretching her inch by inch.
"Ahhh—!" Ellie cried out, her hands fisting the sheets.
Sawyer held her still, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m not even fully in you yet, and you’re already screaming?" He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Or does it feel that good? Do you still think that fucking bastard is much better than me?"
Before she could answer, he thrust forward, filling her completely.
Ellie’s back arched, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
Sawyer growled in satisfaction, his control slipping. He didn’t give her time to adjust, his hips moving, pushing deeper into her tight, wet heat.
Ellie whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity, her body barely able to keep up. She tried to push against his chest, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he murmured, his voice dangerously soft.
Her lips parted, but before she could speak, pleasure crashed over her in waves.