Page 56 of Sinful as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #1)

Sawyer flipped us over, the sudden movement making me gasp, but I had so much better access to him.

I laid half of my body on his chest, my breasts pressing into him.

His hand grabbed mine, his fingers grasping me tight as he moved my hand lower and lower.

Our eyes were locked when he pushed my hand into his pants, my fingers brushing up against his length. I gasped. He was so hard .

“I… I don’t know what to do. I just know that I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel,” I said shyly.

“Oh, baby.” He smiled. “I’ll tell ya. Just wrap those pretty fingers around me.”

I did as I was told. I still couldn’t see him yet. But I wanted to. So, so bad. I did my best to be delicate, my fingers circling around his length. I gasped again. He was so thick in my hand. So heavy. I could feel the veins that wrapped around him up against my skin.

“You wanna see my cock, honey?” he asked lowly.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded.

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling at me more and more until his length sprung free.

I was ogling . I wasn’t going to deny it.

I was straight up staring at him, completely in awe of what I was seeing.

Sawyer wasn’t just thick. No. If I had to guess, he was a good seven inches long.

The tip was pink and swollen and glossy.

My tongue licked at my top lip, wondering what he would feel like in my mouth.

“My eyes are up here,” he said with a chuckle.

“Sorry.” I blushed. “You’re just… You’re really big.”

“Mm, you’re too sweet.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed.

“Just move your hand up and down, baby. Nice and slow. Maybe spit on my cock a little.”

I followed his instructions. My lips parted, letting a glob of spit fall from my mouth. It landed on the tip of Sawyer’s length, and he whispered out an “oh, fuck.”

My fingers stayed around him as I moved up, then back down, then up again. He was literally throbbing in my grasp. It was still hard to believe how big he was. How thick and long he was. I imagined him inside of me and how he would stretch me out and fill me up. I moaned at the thought.

“Oh, Holly, baby .” His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me to him.

We kissed fast and hard, my fingers still circled right around him. Our tongues moved together before Sawyer bit down on my bottom lip just slightly. Still, I could taste myself on him.

He lowered his head, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth.

Sawyer had me whimpering all over again, his lips sucking at me while I pumped his hard length up and down.

He moaned around my nipple and I pressed my bare pussy up against his muscled thigh, needing something to ease the tension growing between my legs. I was still so wet.

Sawyer lifted his head up, his eyes locked on to mine. “Your hand looks so fucking pretty playing with my cock.”

He pushed a thumb into my mouth and I sucked at it, imagining that it was him, that it was his length in between my lips. I hummed and moaned, so ready to see and feel Sawyer reach his peak. What would he look like? And sound like? God, I couldn’t wait to find out.

“Fuck, Holly. That feels so fucking good.”

“I… I wanna see you…” My words were muffled around his thumb. I couldn’t say the word. That filthy word.

“What, baby?” he grunted through his words.

I blinked at him, sucking at his thumb harder, hoping he would get the message.

“You wanna see me cum?” he questioned, his eye darkening.

“Yeah,” I said, voice soft. “I wanna see what your face looks like when you do it.”

He threw his head back with a groan. “Fuck. Mm, baby. If you want me to cum, you’re gonna get me to fuckin’ do it by talking to me like that.”

He moved his thumb away from my lips and pulled me back into a rushed, wild kiss.

My eyes shut, letting his tongue dominate mine.

My hand was getting a little sore and my inexperience might have been on show, but I was determined to get Sawyer there.

He kept moaning into my mouth, his fingers pinching at one of my nipples, my own pleasure growing.

I didn’t stop grinding against him, my wet slit rubbing at the skin of his thigh.

I needed him to cum. And I needed to be the one who did it to him.

I took a risk and moved my hand up, my thumb swiping across Sawyer’s swollen tip, right across the head. He suddenly pulled away from my mouth, his eyes locked onto mine .

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said with gritted teeth.

It happened a second later. Soon he was shooting out load after load, the white liquid spilling out all over his abs.

My eyes widened at the filthy image before me.

His length throbbed in my hand. I could feel him twitching in my grasp, my fingers still grasping him tight.

Sawyer pumped out thick drops, his jaw tight as we stared at one another.

“Oh, Holly,” he said with a low sigh. “Come here.”

My lips collided with his and he pulled me up and into his lap. He was still a little hard, his length all wet and sticky thanks to all the spit I had coated him with.

He could have slipped right into me. I was so wet for him.

I whined and whimpered against his lips, kissing at him with everything I had.

That urge to feel him inside of me grew every time I saw him.

Every time we kissed. Every time we locked eyes.

I wanted to know what it was like so bad, but those nerves had to yet to subside. I still wasn’t totally ready.

“Oh, sweetheart. That felt so good.” Sawyer pulled away from my lips with a lazy smile.

“You liked it?” I asked with red cheeks.

“You were perfect.” He pecked my lips. “And I hope you let me lick that sweet pussy for the rest of my fucking life. Never tasted anything so good.”

God, he had the dirtiest mouth. But I loved it. It just made me want him all the more. I wanted every part of him. The kind, warm side he didn’t let anyone see… and the dirty side that was only meant for me.

“Well, how could I say no to that?” I smiled at him.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cum, you know?” he mumbled. “I’m gonna be thinking about that for the rest of my life.”

I blushed, resting my chin on his chest. But then my eyes landed on the clock on his wall, and I let out a loud sigh. “I have to get home, Sawyer. Remember my curfew?”

Sawyer let out a long breath. “Just pretend like you didn’t see the clock.”

“I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay here. With you. I just wanna spend the rest of the night right here.”

“I know, princess,” he mumbled out, his fingers stroking at my hair gently. “ I wish you could stay the night.”

“My parents would kill me if they knew I was here with you.” I shook my head at the thought. It wasn’t fair that we had to keep it a secret.

“Kill you or me?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“Both of us.” I laughed. “But mostly you. I’d do my best to fight them off.”

“Ain’t you sweet?” Then he let out his own loud sigh. “I better drive you home then, huh?”

“I guess so.” I stared at him, not wanting to leave his bedroom. I felt so safe and warm laying there on his chest, with nothing but the sound of the gentle wind outside. I could have fallen asleep right then and there.

“So, I should park halfway down the road again, right?” he wondered.

“Yup. Gotta keep that secret up, don’t we?”

He shot me a grin. “Maybe I should sneak into your bedroom one night. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

The vision of Sawyer sneaking into my room late at night made me smile. But it also made me blush. It would be just me and him all alone in my bed… Such an enticing thought.

“I think I’d love that, actually,” I said with a whisper.