Page 117 of Total Shutdown

“I just want to be fucked. Hard.”

Dressed in a fitted white shirt, he’s still wearing his leather pants from the ride. That, combined with the tattoos that paint his thick forearms, easily makes him the hottest man I’ve ever seen. Especially when he wears a sexy kind of confidence that tells me that here, in this moment, he—and he alone—is in charge of my fate and precisely when I get to scream his name.

Popping the top button on his pants, he slowly pulls the zipper down, holding me captive with his dark green eyes and torturing me with the protracted way he’s undressing.

His hand dips into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down, along with his pants, until they fall just below a hockey butt I want to sink my teeth into.

When he fists his cock, his eyes still locked on me, I expect him to replicate the fast and brutal way he entered me on his hood.

He doesn’t. Instead, he keeps fisting himself, dragging his hand from the base to the tip before smoothing his palm over the head, using his pre-cum to lubricate the next stroke.

Oh, holyhell. He’s masturbating in front of me.

He dips his chin at me, tongue peeking out and swiping across his bottom lip. “You want this cock, Collins? Well, you’ll have to wait. First, I want you to play with that pretty pussy. Show me how you come when I’m not around. I want to know if the way I’ve fantasized about you playing with yourself is true to reality.”

Sawyer tightens his grip around the shaft and groans, throwing his head toward the ceiling. In the vast, open garage, his noises sound more like primal growls that settle right between my thighs, and I grow wetter, compelled and eager to find my high, along with the relief I crave.

He’s been edging me for at least a half hour, and Ineedthis.

“That’s it, Baby Girl,” he praises, his bottom lip pinned between his teeth, watching me push a finger deep inside myself. “Are you picturing that you’re taking my dick?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

Sawyer strokes himself faster, a flush rising up his neck, tousled hair falling over his eyes when his head lops forward.

I can tell he’s close, and I seize my opportunity to be the one to take him all the way. “Look at me, Baby.”

He picks his head up, pupils fully dilated.

“You want to fuck this cunt, don’t you? It’s all you can think about when you pleasure yourself.” I pull out my finger and spread my legs wide, wishing I had the spreader bar to hold them in place. “So, give it to me. Decorate my insides with your cum and show me all the ways you own this pussy.”

“Oh—fuck—YES!” He lurches forward and slams into me, and I cry out, certain the whole of Brooklyn can hear us at this point.

Thrust.

“You like to be owned, don’t you, Collins?”

Thrust.

“You like it when I play rough and pound into you so you can feel it for weeks.” His hand wraps around my throat, and he smirks down at me, licking his lips with feral need. “What about like this? With my hand around your throat? I know you aren’t big on jewelry, but this hand necklace was made for you, wouldn’t you say?”

Thrust.

Somehow, I spread my legs wider, the sound of being fucked echoing around the walls.

I will never forget this. Yes, this is raw, unadulterated fucking, but it’s also so much more than that. This is Sawyer letting go and revealing exactly how much he’s wanted me for months. This is him taking what he can now be sure belongs to him and not holding back.

“Take everything,” I gasp, lying back on the scissor lift. “Do what you want to my body.”

This time, there’s no mistaking the growl as it reverberates off the walls. Wrapping his hands around my calves, he picks my legs up, suspending them in a V shape as he pistons into me, harder than ever before.

The faster he goes, the better his aim becomes, hitting every delicious spot deep inside me, drawing more arousal from my pussy as it coats us both.

“Good boy, Sawyer.” I applaud, admiring the way he fucks me so well. “You’ve wanted to do this for so long, haven’t you?”

His jaw tics, green eyes burning to more of an amber. “I’ve been desperate to show you the man I can be, Collins. All of me,” he grits out, his voice as strained as the muscles in his body.

On the next thrust, I feel the way his dick hardens again. He’s ready to blow.