Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(34)

“Are you ready for my brand of filth?” I ask, and I can see a kernel of doubt in her eyes.

But she stiffens her spine, raises her chin, and says, “I’m ready.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath in, and release it out slowly. When I open them up again, I pin her with a dark smile. “You asked for it, Sweet.”

As I drop to my knees before her, she gives a soft gasp when my fingers deftly start working at the button to her jeans and tug the fly open. I don’t even hesitate to push my hands into the waistband, pulling her jeans… snagging her panties along the way… dragging them down to mid-thigh. Grabbing her behind her legs and leaning forward, I stick my nose right between the juncture of her thighs and inhale deeply.

“You smell f*cking intoxicating,” I murmur before dragging my tongue right up her center.

Savannah cries out in surprise, and her hands slam down on my shoulders to grip me hard. Yeah, she f*cking smells great, and tastes even better.

Leaning back slightly, I look up at her to find her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her lower lip gripped hard between her teeth. I reach up and grab her hands from my shoulder, bringing them down to her * while I watch her face.

“Hold yourself open for me, baby,” I whisper. Her eyes fly open, staring at me in bewilderment. Pushing her hands back toward her body, I give them a soft squeeze while I stare her in the eyes. “Do it. Spread yourself for me.”

A strangled sound comes out of Savannah’s throat.

“Do it,” I order, my voice hoarse with desire as I release her hands.

Lowering my gaze, I watch as her slender fingers press against herself, pulling herself open… showing me all of her beautiful secrets. My cock hardens to painful proportions.

My hands come back up and grab her by the hips. I lean forward while she stands there, her legs constrained by her jeans and underwear, but fully exposed to me as her hands clear the path for my tongue.

Pressing my mouth against her, I flick the end of my tongue against her clit, and she cries out. I give her a long, hard lick, and she cries again. She so f*cking responsive that I bet I could make her come in a nanosecond, but I’m thinking I might save that pleasure for a rainy day. Moving my right hand over, I push it between her legs and slide my middle finger into her. She’s f*cking dripping for me. Lust rages through my body, almost making me dizzy.

I can’t wait.

I jump to my feet, pull one of Savannah’s hands away, and mash it up against my cock, which is straining hard against my zipper. “See what you do to me?” I growl.

She gives me a glazed nod and tentatively squeezes, causing my hips to jam forward, seeking more contact from her.

Taking Savannah by the shoulders, I spin her around and then grab her around the waist, lifting her from the floor because her legs are encumbered by her jeans. I step forward just two paces, until I’m pressing her into the edge of the kitchen table. Thankfully, it’s huge and sturdy, and I’m not worried about it supporting our weight.

Gripping her by the back of the neck with one hand, I push her facedown onto the table. With the other hand, I bring it up between her legs from the back. I slip two fingers in her this time and feel her muscles contract around me, even as she shoves her ass backward, seeking more.

I feel frenzied… needful, and this is going way faster than I had imagined. I give her an out. “Are you okay? Want me to stop?”

Her head thrashes back and forth on the table, but I need to make sure. “Tell me to stop, Sweet.”

“No,” she practically yells. “Don’t you dare.”

Oh, f*ck. No stopping this runaway freight train now.

I release my hold on her and undo my jeans, pushing them down and pulling my cock out. Pushing in closer to her, I rub it as best I can against the back of her *, not getting easy access because her legs are practically glued together by her jeans.

But I don’t have time to get her clothes off. My body is demanding relief… the type that I can only get from Savannah… at this very moment.

Not a moment longer.

I pick her up by the hips, lifting her off the floor, and dip my knees. My cock, which is hard as a rock and tilted upward, gets the perfect angle and I push in against her, past the silky skin of her thighs, and right to her wetness.

I hit the mark on the first try, feeling her slick warmth open up to me.

Lowering her back to the ground, I swiftly pump my hips up, slamming into her in one hard move, causing her to scream out.

Her voice is hoarse and raw. I thought for a minute I hurt her, were it not for the soft, “Yes,” she lets out at the end. But she proves to me she’s okay… more than… when she gyrates her hips, causing her internal muscles to massage my dick in an almost excruciatingly sensual way.

She is exquisite.

Beyond.

I can’t control myself, having never felt this burning need to push myself beyond all barriers. I pull back and slam back in, relishing in her cries as the kitchen table scoots forward a few inches. I do it again, and again, vaguely noting the way her fingernails scrabble against the wood of the table as she tries to claw at something.

My moans turn into grunts, my ass muscles contracting hard on every thrust into her. My fingers dig into her hips, and she cries out the sweetest words ever.

“More.”

“Oh, God, Sweet… what are you doing to me?” I ask as I slam into her over and over again.