Page 116 of Sugar

I knew she would feel good from behind. She would feel like heaven any damn way I could get her.

But I wasn’t prepared for the sight of her taking me.

Of how beautifully she stretched around me, coating me in her sweetness as she moved herself.

I know I warned her this would be fast, but fuck.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I cut off her movements and took over. I rocked her forward until just the tip remained in before slamming her back. She cried out, and her pussy squeezed. I did it once more before smoothing out the strokes as I moved her up and down my length.

Making her fuck herself with me.

It didn’t take long before she was strangling my dick as her neck arched. A sharp cry fell from her parted lips like I was literally pushing the noise out of her. The tension in her body dissolved, and she fell forward. Pliable and at my mercy.

Just like she wanted.

I kept control of her hips, moving her back and forth. But I lunged forward each time, roughly meeting her thrust for forceful thrust.

“Play with your clit, Madeline,” I ordered, ignoring the tingling at my spine until she got off one more time.

She did as I said, but her pleasured gasp mixed with a distressed hiss.

With all the playing I’d done before waking her and how deep I was hitting at that angle, she had to be overwhelmed even without the added simulation. It was likely painful.

I almost felt bad.

Almost.

“Don’t stop.” I held her hips in place so her fingers didn’t lose contact with her clit as I fucked her. “You can take it, baby. I know you can. Just like you’re taking me so beautifully. Fuck, I wish you could see.”

Her slow motions sped with renewed desperation at my words. I knew it both because of how her body tightened and the way her fingertips grazed me. She must’ve liked the feeling of that almost as much as I did because she touched me and herself more. And then she came apart again, crying my name as she did.

The world could’ve been ending around us, and it still wouldn’t have been enough to stop my own orgasm from tearing through me. With my eyes glued to our connection, my cum shot out to fill her. Marking her from the inside.

Mine.

Mine.

All fucking mine.

I took a few more gliding thrusts, making sure she had every last drop as she tightened around me. Reluctantly, I slid free and dropped back to catch my breath.

Maddie was just as spent as her legs went out from under her. Her words came out muffled against the bed. “I thought you said that was going to be fast?!”

At least I’ve salvaged my reputation after what happened the first time I ate her.

Even if it was a close one.

The issue withstarting my day with Maddie’s pussy on my tongue and dick—other than running late, which I shockingly didn’t give a fuck about—was that there was no improving from there. I’d peaked before seven.

It was all downhill after that.

And I thought so even before there was a hesitant knock on my office door an hour after I got in.

I looked up from my computer to see June standing in the doorway.

“Yes?” I prompted when she remained silent.

Her overly cheerful smile set my teeth on edge. “How’s it going, boss?”