Sadie gave him a pleading look that sent his heart thundering the same as the hooves of that runaway horse.
He grabbed her ankles and wrapped them around his neck. She cried out, angling her body for him to eat her pussy now, and he helped her by cupping that luscious ass and levering her toward his mouth.
Her swollen pussy dripped with juices, and his mouth watered at the sight. Her scent drove him into a fever, and his cock gave a heavy pulse, threatening him that if he didn’t get the appendage involved soon, it would be a mutiny.
You’ll get your turn, he said to his dick.
You haven’t used me enough lately, so get busy.
Lowering his mouth, he trapped her pussy lips. She moaned and grabbed at his hair, twisting the strands the way she’d done the covers. The tug against his skull only fueled his fires, and he sank his tongue between her lips, into her warm, wet folds.
She tightened her calf muscle along his neck and towed him closer. As if he needed more encouragement.
Get your tongue out of her pussy and put me in her instead.
Shut up, dick. I’ll get to you when I say it’s time.
Which might be sooner if he wanted to blow his load inside her sweet body rather than in his briefs.
He sank his tongue deep, burrowing through her folds to her entrance and breaching the tightness. She squeezed around him. Juices coated his tongue and he growled with pleasure at her response to him.
He could eat her all day.
No, you won’t. Remember me? Nine inches long? Heavy balls? In your jeans right now instead of—
SHUT. UP.
He danced his tongue in and out of her pussy, bringing moan after moan to her lips. Then he lapped upward to latch onto her clit.
Sucking the hard pearl until it strained on his tongue.
Finding the core and flicking it with the softest brushes of his tongue that would drive her up the schoolhouse walls.
Wagging his tongue back and forth, he drew on her, arching her into his hands and molding his tongue to fit her body—then her body to fit his tongue, applying pressure, suctioning his lips around her bud.
She exploded on a harsh cry that echoed through the high ceilings and swelled his ego—and his cock too.
How ‘bout now, champ? She came. Time for action.
Ignoring his dick, he spent the precious seconds with Sadie, bringing her down from her high with soft curls of his tongue and flicks through her folds. When he delved into her channel again, swiping his tongue against her walls to gather all her sweet flavors, he felt her tense with need once more.
This was how sex should be. Dirty, fun and delicious.
He only hoped he didn’t hurt her. As Dom said, she was fragile. And today he’d witnessed it with his own eyes when he stressed and scared her by chasing that runaway horse.
He stuck the point of his tongue into her drenched hole and then fucked it in deeper. She cried out and thumped a heel against his back.
Lifting his head, he shot his gaze to her hands and found them not twisted in the covers—but cupping her own breasts.
Jesus Christ, she was the sexiest woman alive.
Her eyes were pinched shut as she circled the tight pink buds with her fingertips. When she rolled them between thumbs and forefingers, he thought he’d lose his goddamn mind.
He settled his tongue in her pussy again and licked from hole to clit, through her springy curls to lower belly and all the way up to her breasts. She released her hold on one nipple and pulled his head down to suck it.
Which he did—and now he didn’t know if he could stop.
He worshiped her tight pink bud, the wider areola, her undercurve and cleavage. If he left an inch of her un-kissed, touched or tasted, then he’d regret it.
His dick jerked in his jeans, demanding to be heard, but he battled against his own bursting need and moved to capture Sadie’s lips.
She gasped at the tender brush of his mouth. He reared back to stare into her eyes.
Then he slammed his mouth over hers again. Claiming, stealing all her noises for himself and applying pressure with his thumb on her chin to force her mouth wider, wider, to take his tongue.
She raked her nails over his spine, and he grated out a moan at the sensation of her marking him with those nails he remembered were painted in a pale pink…almost the same hue as her nipples.
Christ, he’d never look at her hands the same way again.
She hooked her legs around his hips, bringing her wet pussy against the bulge of his fly. “Take me,” she rasped between deep passes of his tongue. “Take me, Theo.”
Now? his dick asked.
Now.
He shoved to his knees to tear off his clothes and stretch a condom over his thick length. She watched with stars in her eyes and her tongue running slowly, distractingly, enticingly, over her bottom lip.
With his blood roaring in his ears, he scooped her off the mattress into his arms. Still on his knees, he brought her flush against his body, her breasts crushed to his chest and her wet pussy snug against his swollen cock head.
She grinned at him before he kissed her, and he felt his own smile spread over her lips. She wrapped her legs around him—her arms too—and he dropped back onto his heels, cock jutting in the perfect position for her to slide over.
She did. Christ, did she. Inch by inch, she lowered herself over his cock until his balls snugged against her body.
The intimate position, with her seated on his lap and wrapped around him this way, eye to eye, made his heart give a hard flip.
Just as he knew she would if given the control, she began to move, using her hold on him to shimmy up and down, and he felt his body stiffen.
Electricity, chemistry…hell, whatever was between them, he wanted more of it.
He cupped her ass and lifted her up, watching her as she sank over his cock once more. They moved fast and slow, rocking and pushing and pulling against each other, until he saw the light shimmer in her eyes that told him she was about to come.
His own release hung in suspension for a long, breathless moment. As he watched Sadie shatter, he kissed her, churned his hips—and came with more force than he had in his life.
* * * * *
To say the next day Sadie couldn’t walk was an exaggeration. Of course she could walk—she only felt the small twinges of being wholly, thoroughly loved when she did.
Her thigh muscles had been given a workout when she used them to slide herself up and down on Theo’s thick, hard…
Well, she didn’t have time to think about that. She was on her way to see her first client here in Crossroads.
Jada had hooked her up with the woman’s name and number after talking up Sadie’s business. Even though her list of to-dos once settling in Crossroads was going to hell, and she didn’t yet have a finished home or her life in any semblance of order, she couldn’t pass up the chance to work.
Using her GPS to navigate the unfamiliar roads, she arrived a few minutes early at the old brick structure. Two stories, with a roof that looked to have seen better years…decades?...with fading paint and landscaping that had far overgrown the windows and the flowerbeds they were originally planted in. Sadie hadn’t sat in her car more than two seconds before her mind formulated several changes she’d make.
She got out of her truck and walked up to the front door. A thirty-something woman opened it with a smile and a thick syrupy drawl that would put most Southern ladies to shame.
“I’m Reagan Kennedy. Named after the Presidents.”