Page 20 of Sinful as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #1)

SAWYER

Holly tastes like heaven. So fucking sweet.

I need more as I suck at her clit, getting lost in the sound of her little whines and whimpers.

I have to hear more of that. My lips wrap around her little clit harder as I suck at her.

Her trembling fingers are in my hair, tugging at my locks, turning my messy hair even messier. It just makes me want her more.

I pull away from her just so I can look at her properly. Just so I can see her pretty, brown eyes that are half open. Her pouty lips are swollen from me kissing at her so hard.

“Sawyer,” she whispers down at me.

My eyes shut. Fuck. My name sounds so good on her lips.

I want to hear it again and again. I want to hear it all the fucking time.

I lick a long stripe from her little hole back up to her clit, toying with the bud for a second before I go back to sucking at her.

She’s so fucking cute with the little noises she keeps on making.

I keep her thighs spread for me, my head stuck in between them as I take care of her. All I wanna do is make her cum.

But she’s tugging at my hair more and more, like she needs something else.

“Sawyer, please.” She pouts at me, those doe eyes glistening a little. “Wanna feel you. Please.”

I smirk. “What do you wanna feel exactly, princess? Tell me."

“Sawyer. ”

“Tell me.”

“I…” She blushes, biting at her thumb. “I want…”

“Yeah, baby?”

She says nothing. Just keeps blushing as she blinks down at me.

“Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”

She nods and gives me the sweetest fucking smile I’ve ever seen in my life. It makes me hiss. I crawl up, my hands either side of her head as I kiss at her. She moans, tasting her pussy on her lips. Does she know how fucking sweet she tastes?

I move one hand and reach down, grabbing at my cock.

My forehead leans against hers as I rub the tip up and down her pretty pussy, pressing into her swollen clit with just the right amount of firmness.

She shudders. I hiss again. Eagerness takes over as I play with her pussy some more, running my pre-cum covered tip up against her clit a few more times.

I need her pussy. I need to feel her wrapped around me as I fill her up and take her and make her mine.

“Ready for my cock, honey?” I murmur against her lips.

“Uh-huh.” She nods, cheeks all pink.

I lick my lips and aim my swollen tip at her soaked, little hole.

I push in just an inch and grunt. She’s so fucking tight.

I sink in more and more, getting lost in the warmth of her.

She’s so wet, so soft, so tight. And all fucking mine.

I give her more of my cock, watching as her pretty eyes flutter shut.

My eyes shut too. My head’s fuzzy. The room is hot. My cock is aching. It keeps twitching. Keeps throbbing.

I need her pussy so, so bad.

My eyes flew open a second later.

What the fuck?

I sat up, confused and trying to adjust to the darkness. I was in my room. In my bed. And I was…

Hard as a fucking rock, because I had been dreaming about…

“Jesus Christ.” I grab at my head and throw myself back down on the bed, hitting my pillows. “What the fuck was that? What. The fuck. Was that? ”

I kept talking like someone was gonna whisper out the answer to me. Pulling my sheets off of me, I squinted in the lightless room. I could make out the outline of my hard cock in the dark.

I was so mad at myself. How the hell did I allow my subconscious to get so fucked that I was having wet dreams about Holly Sutton? It wasn’t even a wet dream, really – because I was still so fucking hard my cock ached.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Holly was in my head. Somehow, she had planted a little seed there that had me dreaming about fucking her.

God. It was so vivid. Even as I laid there, trying to forget all the small details, I could practically feel her.

She had been there. In my bed. Legs spread, tits on show, pussy all wet for me.

For me . She had been whimpering out my name, crying out for me like I was her fucking God.

And I liked it.

In my dream. In my head. In… whatever the hell that had been, I had liked it.

But I didn’t like her. Not really. Not in real life. I kept telling myself that, anyway.

I took in a deep yet shaky breath, annoyed that my cock didn’t understand that we weren’t supposed to like Holly like that. Just because she was hot, didn’t mean I wanted to fuck her.

With a grunt I reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. I was certain I had never been so hard in my life. It was a fact I didn’t want to accept, because being hard for Holly Sutton meant I felt something for her that wasn’t complete and total hatred.

My hand wrapped around the base of my cock and I groaned as I pumped at it slowly. I deserved to get off. My cock was fucking throbbing. But I wasn’t going to think about Holly. No way.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I quickly conjured up some girl in my head. Maybe I had seen her somewhere before. Porn. Titty magazine. The random girl I fucked the other week at Owen’s party. I didn’t care who she was. All that mattered was that she was the opposite of Holly.

I wrapped my fingers around my cock tighter, imagining some mysterious blonde with pale skin.

In my head she was riding my cock, head thrown back as she screamed for me.

In my head I was holding her tight, my hands on her hips as I guided her up and down my cock.

In my head she looked nothing like Holly.

But the girl I hated oh so fucking much slowly creeped back into my head.

Suddenly the blonde hair I had been imagining turned brunette, the lean ass turned round and plump, and the small handful of tits turned all big and round and perky and fuck , I wanted to know what Holly’s tits looked like.

I needed to know what they’d feel like in my hands as I took her from behind, her back pressed to my chest as I filled her up.

What they looked like when she was bouncing in my lap and how she’d moan when I caught one of her nipples between my lips.

The blonde girl had faded.

She officially turned into Holly.

I tried to fight it. My eyes shut tight as I did my best to remember the made-up blonde I had been fucking in my head. But Holly kept creeping back in. I moaned as my mind filled up with images of her doe eyes and pouty lips. Her curvy body. Her perfect ass.

No. No. No. Nothing about her was perfect.

“Fuck.” I grunted. I tried again. Tried my fucking hardest to think about the blonde. But she wasn’t good enough, she wasn’t doing it for me.

There was only one person I could focus on and that was the bane of my fucking existence: Holly Sutton.

Groaning loudly, I decided to just let my mind focus on her.

My logic was that it wasn’t my fault. It was my cock’s.

I couldn’t help it if she was a stuck up, beautiful, pain in the ass.

It was my first time thinking of her like that and I was determined to make it my last, but fuck, I was gonna at least have some fun if I truly couldn’t get her out of my mind.

I held my cock tighter and sucked in a sharp breath.

There she was. On her back for me, legs spread.

I could see her pussy, the soft lips glistening under the cheap lights in my trailer.

In my head she didn’t seem to care that she was laying on old sheets.

She wasn’t concerned about the buzzing radiator that kept me up at night sometimes.

She wasn’t worried about the fact that I wasn’t her perfect, blond boyfriend.

None of that bothered her.

In my head she kissed at me with those pouty lips desperately. My head was rushing, because I was suddenly filled up with thoughts of how those lips would feel wrapped around my cock. I imagined them being all soft and plush, but I would need more than that after a while. I would need her pussy.

She was back to spreading her legs for me, my name on her lips as she looked up at me with those big eyes.

She’d grab at me. Tug at my hair like she did in my dream.

Pull me in closer. She’d want me. She’d be begging for me.

We didn’t hate each other in my head. No, she wanted my cock.

And if she was crying out to get fucked, who was I to say no?

I’d push into her slow and deep; filling her up in one swift, gentle movement. She’d take my cock so good, her little pussy wrapping around me nice and tight. She’d be so fucking wet, too. And soft. And warm.

“Fuck,” I murmured, pumping my cock faster.

She felt so good in my head. Such a sweet, tight pussy.

She’d be crying out and whining, her legs wrapping around me, like she needed more of me.

And I’d give her what she wanted. I’d give her every inch of my cock, filling her up to the hilt, fucking her so that I was balls deep inside of her.

My name would sound so good on her pretty lips.

I was grunting as I played with my cock, feeling my length throb in my hands.

I needed to cum. My dream had gotten me so fucking hard.

I couldn’t forget how much I hated her. How much she pissed me off.

But Holly was the only thing that could get me where I needed to go.

She was the only one who was gonna make me cum tonight.

Just for tonight, I reminded myself. Just because of that dream.

I was never gonna think of her like this again.

Again – it was my cock’s fault. Just because I thought about fucking her didn’t mean I liked her. Christ, I had fucked plenty of girls I didn’t like in the past. So a little fantasy didn’t mean a damn thing. Thinking about fucking her and wanting to fuck her were two different things .

Holding my length tighter, Holly had suddenly switched positions.

She was riding me. Those big, round tits were in my face as I held her round ass tight.

She bounced up and down on my cock, leaning in so I could suck on her hard nipples.

She rode me so good, sliding her pussy up and down my cock.

All the way down. So that my heavy, cum-filled balls would slap her ass.

She squealed as I took over, my nails digging into her ass as I pounded into her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I shoved my tongue into her mouth, kissing at her hard. She took my cock so well. Took every inch of me so fucking good.

I was so close. I didn’t want it to be that way, but Holly Sutton was about to make me cum and there was not a single thing in the world that was going to stop me.

My hand tightened around my cock as I imagined what Holly’s pussy would look like. She’d be soft and smooth and warm. I wondered what her moans would sound like, what her nipples would feel like as I pinched them, what her pussy would taste like. I literally licked my lips at the thought of her.

I grunted, my teeth gritted as I kept fucking her in my head. Deep. Fast. Hard. There she was above me. Whining, whimpering, and so fucking wet for me.

All it took was one more stroke of my cock for me to lose it.

Groaning lowly, I kept my hand on my cock as I lost control.

Rope after rope of cum shot out of me, coating my stomach.

I made sure to pump out every last drop, so desperate to feel some sense of satisfaction after that dream had my cock rock hard.

I kept cumming. Kept forcing out every last drop until my balls had been drained.

I looked down at my cock, feeling satisfied but enraged at myself for letting a fucking dream make me think of Holly like that. I gave my dick a disapproving shake of the head, trying to shift the blame off of me and on to my cock.

It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t. And even if it was, it didn’t mean anything. The dream and me jacking off to her. None of it meant anything .

I pulled at my hair for a second.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. I couldn’t escape Holly. Even in my dreams.