Page 8 of Infinite as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #3)

“S-Sawyer,” she said. “So… So big, Sawyer. Can feel all of you.”

“Mm, I know,” I said, pressing a lingering kiss to her neck. “I know, baby, I know. Feels so good, huh?”

She reached up, layering a shaky hand to my cheek. “Want it so bad, Sawyer, please. Please, please, please.”

Her voice was strained and laced with too much need, too much hunger, and the fact that it was all for me made me throb inside her.

She was all mine, and that never failed to amaze me.

Inching out just a little, I pushed back in, letting her pretty squeal hit my ears.

Again and again, I slid in and out, in and out, her too tight pussy clenched around me.

Reaching a hand out, I rested my palm against one of her tits, feeling it bounce against me for a second before I grabbed at her. Her hard nipple pressed up against me as I pumped her full of cock, our lips crashing together in a messy kiss that just made me fuck her faster.

“Sawyer,” she let out, eyes snapping open. “Mm, so much. So much. Feel… Feel so full.”

“Yeah?” I said against her lips. “Can feel me nice and deep, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“This sweet pussy takes me so fucking good. Takes every inch like you were made for me. Were you made for me, princess?”

She gave me a frantic nod. “Just you, Sawyer. No… No one else. Don’t want anyone else but you.”

“Mm, baby, you’ve got me. Got all of me. Every part.” I kissed at her neck, lips sucking at the skin there, all smooth and soft. “Just want you too, honey. Just want you forever.”

“I… I love you,” she whined, cheeks flushed all bright and pink. “Love you so much, Sawyer.”

Those words made me twitch inside of her.

I could feel it. Could feel myself aching for her as I sunk into her deep, as deep as I could go, her body writhing in my arms. My hand tightened against her chest, holding her there in place for me as I took her and made her all mine, her words still lingering there in my head.

“I love you too,” I said, pushing into her deep. “Love every fucking part of you, Holly. My perfect fucking girl.”

Her little squeal hit my ears when I angled my cock just right, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her.

It made me hold her tighter, keeping that angle, that position, my eyes stuck on her face.

Her lips were parted, letting out cry after cry.

My name. It was my name she was calling out, so desperate and needy and beautiful.

I watched as her hand slid down to that spot where we were connected, her finger pressing to that swollen, sensitive clit.

“I can do that for you, baby,” I said, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it before I let her go.

My middle finger found her pretty little clit, rubbing at it slowly while I fucked her deep and fast. “I can make you cum. Just stay there and let me make you feel good. Just take it. Just take my cock. You gonna be a good girl and do that for me?”

Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she nodded.

The hand on my cheek moved up further, her fingers clawing at my hair so tight I felt the tiniest bit of pain at the roots, but I went with it.

It spurred me on, made me rub at her little clit faster.

She was trembling there in my arms, her pussy tight around me, her body all soft and warm.

God, she was so perfect. Too beautiful. It was a wonder I got any fucking work done around her at all.

My finger stayed firm against her clit, pushing in deep, fast, hard, giving her everything.

I kept hitting that spot, again and again, her fingers tightening in my hair.

She was so close. I could feel it in the way she clenched around me, that perfect little hole soaking me with every thrust I gave her.

It was in her voice, too. Soft cries that were getting louder, every sound making me twitch inside of her.

“Sawyer,” she whined. “Mm, God, feels so good. Feel so full. Can feel all of you. So much. It’s so much.”

“I know, sweetheart.” My nose nuzzled into her neck. “Need you to cum for me. Need you to cum on my cock for me. Can you do it for me?”

She nodded, lips parted like she was trying to say something but couldn’t quite manage it.

Her manicured nails kept pulling at my hair and I pressed myself up against her warm body tighter, one finger on her clit, my cock pushing into her so deep and fast that I could hear that wonderful sound of my balls smacking against her.

She was tightening around me with every thrust I gave her, and it was with one more rub of her clit that she started to fall apart.

“Oh,” she called out, tugging at my hair. “Sawyer, please, please, please.”

I pushed my cock into her deep, so deep, my thick length stretching her out, all timed just perfectly so that she was hit with another orgasm.

It had her squealing, my name escaping her lips with a sharp cry.

She was trembling from top to bottom, her body writhing against me so much that I had to hold her tight just to keep her still and from rolling all over the place.

“Shh,” I said, lips pressed to her ear, still pumping my cock into her. Slowly, now. Gently and easy so I could stretch out all that pleasure taking over her body. “Shh, princess. I’ve got you. Just take it. Just feel it. Taking it so fucking good for me.”

My senses were going into fucking overdrive. Her sweet taste on my lips, her soft body pressed to mine, her crying out my name in that heavenly fucking voice. Too much, too much, too much. I couldn’t hold on a second longer.

Pushing into her deep, I lost all control, emptying myself inside of her with a long, drawn-out groan.

We were both panting as our lips met, completely connected in every which way, my cock pushed deep inside of her as that hand that had been on her clit reached up to cup her face.

I let her taste that heaven sent pussy, our tongues dancing together as I gave her every last drop I had to offer.

I didn’t move an inch when she drained every last drop. You could offer me a million dollars and I’d still stay right there in my girl, our foreheads pressed together and every inch of my cock inside of her.

“Mm.” Holly looked at me with half lidded eyes. “So much, Sawyer.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. Pulling out just that little bit, I hissed at the sight. Some of that cum I had filled her up with started to spill out, the drops thick and white against her golden skin. The image was enough to make me twitch.

“Feels so nice,” she whispered.

Pressing my lips to her forehead, we stayed like that, with me buried inside of her—my favorite place in the world to be.

I mumbled out a gruff “I love you” against her skin, keeping her trembling body close to mine.

It always took her a while to calm down from that high, for her body to stop shaking, for her breathing to settle.

So, I squeezed at her, holding her steady to me, my thumb tracing soft circles against her warm cheek.

“I love you too,” she said, eyes slowly closing.

I smiled, my lips moving from her forehead to her lips to her cheeks to her neck, kissing her all over, repeating the process again and again, trying to cover as much ground as I could.

Her little laughs filled the room, and I wondered for a second if we were going to stay like that all night with me buried inside of her. I would have died a happy man.

* * *

It was time to say goodbye to Austin. Me and Holly had spent the last couple of days there, and part of me would miss it a little, but it hadn’t exactly given me any luck when it came to finding that house.

Every last one I had checked out had me coming up short.

Too many repairs to be done, in a bad area, no damn lemon tree.

But I wouldn’t give up. I couldn’t, and that just meant me and Holly had to get started on the next part of our journey—whether she knew what my intentions were or not.

Getting settled into the front seat of the truck, I looked over at Holly and gave her knee a squeeze. “Where do you wanna go next?”

She hummed, finger tapping against her chin. “Wherever.”

“Wherever,” I repeated. “That’s an hour away, I think.”

She giggled, reaching over to rest her hand on one side of my face as she leaned in close, her lips pressed to my cheek. “I just meant that I’m happy no matter where we go. Wherever is fine with me as long as you’re there.”

I let her kiss me again. And again. And again. Her lips all soft and pouty against my skin before she finally got back in her seat. “Well, I guess we’ll just drive then,” I said. “I think San Antonio isn’t too far from here.”

I was saying that like I didn’t know, like I hadn’t been spending every last minute on my phone looking at every house listing in the damn state.

San Antonio was only a one hour drive away, and I had seen a few places online around the city that had matched all those details Holly told me.

We’d go there next, and hopefully, very soon we’d be walking into the front door of our home instead of a motel.

“If we leave now then—” My eyes rolled when my phone went off.

Again. I had a feeling it was the same person who had called me up the day I was at the house.

They had been calling the last couple days.

Christ, they rang in the morning, and I answered like an idiot, only to get no answer before the line went dead.

“Watch this. Soon as I pick up, they’ll hang up.

” I answered the phone, and I didn’t even get out a “Hello” when whoever was on the other line ended the call.

“You see? I’m being fucking harassed here. ”

Holly frowned. “Who is that?”

“I dunno, but they’ve been doing that the last few days. Annoying as hell. Anyway, you ready to go?” I shoved my phone back into my pocket. “If we leave now, we can get there before lunch.”

“Let’s do it.”

I turned the engine on, the sound of the radio hitting my ears as we pulled out on to the road, some loud ass pop song blaring through the speakers.

“I love this song,” Holly said, turning the radio up even more.

I didn’t know what the hell it was. Some song by a girl who really loved going to the beach or something, but Holly was having a fun time as she sung along, her voice all bright and playful.

She was loud and off key as all hell, but she didn’t have a care in the world as she pushed a hand through my hair and belted out the lyrics. I loved every second of it.

“Baby, why didn’t you ever tell me you sounded this good?” I asked as we turned a corner.

She just shot me a smile, hands still pulling at my hair as she sung her little heart out. These were the moments I loved. When I got her alone, just us being together.

My phone vibrated in my pocket suddenly and I huffed. “Christ, if it’s that number again…” I mumbled. “Holly, I need you to yell at them if it’s the same number.”

She laughed, all soft and pretty. “I am not yelling at them. It might be someone calling to buy your art. Ooh, how exciting.”

“Just yell.”

“I can’t yell at a random person.”

“Be a good girl and do it for me. If you love me, you’ll do it. My phone’s in my pocket.”

She tsked and pushed her hand into my pants pocket, pulling out my phone. “I do love you. I love you quite a lot. ”

“Then you’ll yell at them.”

“Hello?” Holly answered, voice soft and sweet as she turned the radio down.

“No, you’re supposed to scream.”

She gave my arm a playful slap. “Hello?” she said again.

There was silence on the other side. Again. My eyes rolled. “Just hang up. Don’t worry about it.”

“Someone’s there,” Holly said. “I can hear noise. Like a TV or something. Hello? Do you want to speak to Sawyer?”

“Is he there?” a voice finally came through. “Sawyer Westbrook? Is this really his number?”

It was a voice that made my heart race, because it was a voice I’d recognize anywhere, even in a crowded room with a million others talking, even if it was far away, even if I hadn’t heard it in years.

Everything went all foggy and fuzzy after that, like I was in some dream where I was frozen and every last one of my limbs were too heavy to move.

None of it was registering fully. The moment and her voice and everything.

My heart was hearing it before my ears, waiting for further confirmation, waiting to see if it really was her.

“Um, yeah,” Holly said, and I could see her head turning to face me in the corner of my eye. “May I ask who’s calling?”

“This is his mother.”