Page 25 of Infatuated as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #2)

“Stop staring at me and hurry up,” she said, using that bratty little tone she used to always put on with me. It had apparently made a comeback tonight.

“Just let me look at you for a second.”

“You can look at me later.”

“Fuckin’ needy little thing,” I said. I was trying to multitask, my eyes stuck on that wet slit as I stuck a hand out to open the bedside table, feeling around for a condom. “Just wait there for me.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tryna be fucking responsible here is what I’m doing.

” Eyes still on her, the tips of my fingers finally found the smooth foil packet I was after.

I placed it between my teeth, still not able to take my eyes off her pussy.

One of Holly’s most annoying traits had always been how stupid fucking hot she was, and it wasn’t any different now.

“I’m really sick of you being responsible,” she said. “You’ve been doing too much of that lately.”

“Just be patient.”

“Just forget about the condom. We don’t need it.”

“We don’t need it? You sleep through fucking health class or something? I know I did, but what were you doing?”

“Just pull out. ”

“Do you hear yourself?”

“Well, you’re taking too long. Can you hurry up already?”

“You lose fuckin’ brain cells when you wanna have sex, you know that?” I snapped, finally ripping the packet open. I pushed down my jeans, hissing when I finally got my cock out, my fingers gripping my length tight. Hard as a fucking rock, I slid the condom on.

“Shut up. No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do. And then you lose even more during sex, and then when it’s all over with, you somehow magically grow them back. Never seen anything like it.”

“Just hurry up and—”

I thrusted into her, filling her up to the brim and letting out a long, deep grunt as I felt her soft pussy wrap around me. My hands stayed on her ass, kneading at her as I stayed right there inside her. “There we fuckin’ go,” I muttered. “That shut you up, huh?”

Holly whimpered, her face pressing into the bed. She was gripping at me, squeezing me, like she was pulling me in deeper, her pussy absolutely soaking fucking wet.

“God, you’ve got the tightest fuckin’ pussy.” I leaned down with a groan, lips right by her ear. “Aren’t I lucky?”

“Sawyer,” she said, voice muffled.

“You were being such a brat tonight, princess.”

“No… No, I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, you were.”

“ I wasn’t .”

“You still wanna argue, huh?” I kissed at her bare shoulder.

“You’re full of my fuckin’ cock and you still wanna fight.

Maybe I should stop. Maybe I should leave you here begging and wanting it and not touch you at all.

” I pulled just an inch of my cock out of her and she literally mewled, looking over her shoulder at me and shaking her head, those doe eyes all big and hazy and her cheeks a pretty red color.

“Don’t stop,” she whined. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop. Please, I—”

It was fun teasing her, though. I pulled out a little more, giving her nothing but my swollen tip before pushing back in nice and deep.

I was trying to look at everything all at once.

First my eyes flew down to her round ass, taking in how damn good she looked with that little skirt all pushed up, then they moved down even further to take in her pretty pussy stuffed with my cock, and then she cried out and my gaze quickly flickered up to her face to see her half-closed eyes and parted lips that wouldn’t stop making the sweetest fucking noises.

“Christ,” I said with gritted teeth. “You look so fuckin’ good like this. Stay just like that for me. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you.”

My hands stayed there on her ass, keeping her cheeks spread as I pumped her full of cock, giving her every single inch of me and making sure I hit that spot deep, deep inside of her.

That spot that always had her crying out for me.

I was determined to make her see heaven despite her being a brat all fucking night.

“Does that feel good?” I asked. When she said nothing, I slid almost all of my cock out of her, her eyes snapping open as she reached a hand behind her, eagerly trying to grab at me. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” she let out. “Feels so… Feels so good, Sawyer. Please, please, please, I need it. Need you. Please, need you so bad.”

“Yeah, those brains cells are all fuckin’ gone.”

I gave her what she wanted and pushed back into her, stretching her out and filling her up and savoring that perfect feeling of her pussy wrapped around me.

The noises and her pretty face and her in nothing but that damn skirt were all pushing me closer to the edge, and it was taking everything in me to keep a lid on my control.

Her whines were getting louder and I knew she was close, that very soon she’d be coming undone for me right then and there.

“Sounds like you’re not mad at me anymore,” I said as I thrusted in and out of her. “Or do you still wanna fight?”

“N-no,” Holly whimpered. “Don’t… Don’t wanna fight.”

“Because if you wanna fight, we can go back to that. You can wear this little skirt all night and yell at me if it’ll make you feel better.”

She whimpered, her fingers gripping at the sheets below her. “I don’t… Mm, I don’t wanna fight.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

She gasped. “But I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I thought you didn’t wanna fight.”

“I don’t!”

“Then say you’re sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being a fucking brat.”

“But—”

All I had to do was pull out that teeniest, tiniest little bit for her to desperately reach a hand back behind her, her perfectly manicured nails scratching at the sleeve of my shirt.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she chanted.

“Sorry for what?”

“For being a brat,” she said, clawing at my shirt. “Please, I’m sorry, Sawyer. Please, I want it, I want you, I need it, need you inside me. Please .”

“Aw, I can’t say no to you,” I cooed, sliding back inside her and watching as her pretty eyes fluttered shut. “And my spoiled little princess always gets what she wants, huh?”

I was aching to cum, but I needed her to get there first. I always did. Fingers kneading at her ass, I pushed into her deep, as deep as I could go, until she was feeling every last inch of me and my balls were pressed up against her soft, wet pussy.

“Sawyer.” She gasped sharply suddenly, her hands and legs shaking as I kept her steady.

Face still turned to me, she whined against the mattress.

“Feels so… Feels so good. Mm, Sawyer, please. Please, please, please, I’m so—” Her words just trailed off into a loud cry, her body trembling from top to bottom as I felt her gush around me.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” I said, teeth gritted as I watched her come undone on my cock.

“Just like that. Fucking give it to me. Look at you. Look at that pretty face. You’re so fucking wet, baby.

Do you like fighting with me that much? Hm?

Bet you used to get like this every time we went at it.

You shoulda told me. I would have helped you out. ”

She was clenching at my cock and I hissed at the feeling, twitching inside of her as she lost it for me.

Eyes rolling into the back of her head, flushed cheeks, lips parted to let out cry after cry, little skirt pushed all the way up.

So fucking beautiful. Too beautiful, really, because the next thing I knew, I was pulling out and pushing into her deep as I lost all control, both my hands squeezing at Holly’s ass as I shot out load after load, with nothing but that thin barrier of the condom in the way.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I managed to chant out, my brain borderline short circuiting at how good her pussy felt around my cock.

She was panting below me as I stayed inside of her, not ready to pull out—fuck, I was never ready to pull out of her. My body felt completely drained as I rested against her, my chest to her back as she took in shaky, shallow breaths.

“You okay, honey?” I asked. One hand gripped at her waist softly, my lips pressing a trail of kisses to her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

She panted below me. “Just need a second. We’ve… We’ve never done that in the middle of arguing…”

“We shoulda done that years ago, huh?”

Laughing softly, her head fell back to the mattress. “My hands won’t stop shaking…”

“Just stay there. Relax for me.” I hummed, giving her shoulder more kisses. “You still mad at me?”

“I’m… I’m slightly less mad.”

“Yeah? Is making you feel good all it takes to get you to stop being so angry?”

“Possibly,” she said, breathing still ragged.

“I know what you mean when you say you can’t just take a risk.

I get it. But it’s okay to put yourself first, to do things that you want.

It doesn’t make you selfish. I know you’ve never had the chance to do it, but you can now.

You can do the things that you want, the things that make you happy.

You don’t have to just look after me all the time.

I can take care of myself. You’ve been taking care of yourself your whole life, don’t you think you deserve a break from that? ”

Face buried in her neck, I let those words sink in. A break sounded nice. “ You really want me to go to that place, huh?”

“Don’t you?”

I did. A lot. While I had been painting here and there around the apartment, it would have been nice to have a proper space to do it without worrying about spilling stuff all over Holly’s fancy ass rug. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just check it out.

“Tomorrow, I’ll go over to that studio and talk to ‘em,” I said. “How does that sound?”

“You promise?” she asked softly.

“I promise. You can come with me if you don’t believe me.”

“No, I trust you. But it’d be nice to spend the day together.”

“It’s a date then.” I pressed a kiss to her neck. “By the way, you lost that bet.”