Page 115 of Sugar

EASTON

Heaven.

Every taste.

Every feel.

Every noise

Every damn thing about Madeline Baker was heaven. And all of it was mine—even when she’d thought I wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

With a dramatic sigh the day before, she’d claimed that the lack of clothing meant we had to stay in. We both knew I could have something delivered in under an hour. Neither of us mentioned it. Instead, she’d spent the day sitting on a pillow at my feet while she’d shown me her favorite movies. In between, I’d followed through with my plan to edge her until she was a whimpering, begging mess.

When neither of us could stand it, I’d brought her to bed to fuck her like I was tattooing her feel into my bones before coming deep to mark her right back.

I’d never fucked anyone raw before. Not once. Not even just the tip.

But Maddie was different.

And I couldn’t get enough.

Putting more pressure in each greedy lap of my tongue, I knew the moment she woke. Her muscles tensed and then she moved.

Not to push away.

But to clutch me closer. Her fingers speared into my hair, and she grasped the short strands as she rocked herself against my face. Her pretty voice was rough with sleep when she whispered, “Easton.”

I pulled back, but my lips still brushed her sweet little pussy when I said, “Time to go, baby.”

Since I’d been carefully working her for a while, all she managed was a panicked whimper.

It was enough.

Pathetically addicted, I went in for another taste. Spearing my tongue, I fucked her in the way my cock ached to. Precum dripped, sticking to my boxers, but at least I wasn’t about to make a damn fool of myself.

Yet.

I’d been up for a couple hours and had already showered and gotten dressed before toying with Maddie. I’d planned toleave her pent-up all day—ensuring she would spend her time thinking about me the same way I would be obsessing about her—but I didn’t have that kind of control. Not when it came to her.

And sure as fuck not when she begged, “I need you.”

If she realizes how much power she holds and weaponizes those words, I’m fucked.

Strangely, I didn’t give a damn.

Lifting onto my knees, I didn’t strip off my shirt. I didn’t undo my tie—though the thought of securing it around her wrists was tempting. I simply undid my pants to free myself, and even that took longer than I wanted. I got a brief glimpse of her wide eyes before I rolled her onto her knees and pressed my palm between her shoulder blades. She went easily, flattening her torso to the bed and tipping her rounded ass into the air.

Giving me access to what was mine.

The length of my cock nestled between her soaked pussy lips and stretched up her stomach as I curled my body over hers. I nipped her shoulder then her neck. “We’ll have to be fast, baby, so stay still and take what I give you.”

I felt her full body shudder, and that sliced away that last hint of control.

As much as I wanted to sink in deep and savor the way she fit me so perfectly, I couldn’t make myself go slow. I readjusted behind her and had to put my spread legs to the outside of hers to accommodate our size difference. Once I was low enough, I fisted my cock to position it, and plunged in. Filling her in one unrestrained thrust.

Fuck.

Fucking hell fuck.