Sugar Baby Beautiful

Rising to my feet, I reached down, not caring my hand ached, and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, a grin on her face.

“It’s been a while, you think you can still keep up?”

“I’ll manage,” I said, flipping her over my shoulder and smacking her ass. She giggled, twisting in my arms.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

No One Listens…So Time’s Up

Felicity

8:39 p.m.

He threw me in the center of his bed, his eyes glazed over with lust. This was the look I’d missed. Getting up on my knees, I cupped him through his pants. He leaned into me, allowing me to kiss him so hard he moaned into my mouth. Our tongues danced over each other, drinking each other as if we would never get this moment again. He broke away, taking a deep breath before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

"Eager, Mr. Darcy?” I giggled, and he didn’t answer with words. He unbuttoned the top of his pants and pushed me onto my back. Taking hold of my legs and spreading them, he kissed up from my thigh until he reached the hem of my shorts. Shoving them down, he rubbed my pussy, and I opened my legs wider for him.

“Eager, Ms. Harper?” He snickered as he pulled down my tank top, cupping my breast. He kissed the tops of them both, his right hand speeding up, making me wetter as he rubbed. He stared down at me, my back arching when he slid two fingers inside me.

"Oh…." I moaned, tilting my head to the side, giving him easier access to my neck as he kissed it. I was at his mercy. Anything he wanted, he could have gotten it from me. I didn’t care; that’s how good it felt.

Biting my lip, I rocked against his hand, my eyes closed as I clenched on to his shoulders. All too soon, he pulled his fingers out of me.

"You taste amazing." His actions had me mesmerized, and I wanted to lick them too. "I bet you taste even better straight from the source."

By the time his words registered with me, he was already on his knees with his head between my legs. He licked me languidly, and I shivered in response to his ministrations.

"I was right, " he murmured from between my thighs.

"Ah!" I moaned as his tongue entered me, along with his fingers. With one hand on my breast, pinching my nipple as he had done, I settled the other on his head, pulling his hair as my legs close around him.

"Fuck." I moaned, rocking into his mouth. He didn’t hold back, and I couldn’t stop the noises that escaped me.

His hands reached up and I placed them on my breasts.

"Fuck, baby," I hissed. I didn’t want to be the only one getting pleasure out of this. Pulling away, he licked his lips as he stared at me. I pushed him onto his back. He sat wiping the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyes almost made me melt right there and there.

I straddled him and took off my shirt completely. I stroked him, enjoying how his chest rose and his lips parted but he didn’t speak. I sat up onto my knees and lowered myself onto him slowly, torturing him and myself until he couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed my waist, pulling me down onto him, hard.

"Ah, shit. Fuck." I moaned, closing my eyes.

I put my hands on his chest, bracing myself as I rode on top of him. He gripped my thighs, slamming up into me as I came down. My whole body felt like it was humming, coming alive.

Not satisfied like this, he rolled us over, pinning me under him once more. He thrust so deep, I rose off the bed and my toes curled. Yes! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. We moved in tandem and perfect unison, my hands around his neck. I panted against him as we sped up.

How did we go almost a month without this? I felt the need to ask myself that every time we had sex.

"Oh my God." I gripped him tighter as he sat up on his knees, taking me with him. After I wrapped my legs around him, he began to pound into me, fucking me like he had the very first time we met.

"Theo!" I gasped, raking my nails down his shoulders, no doubt marking him. He took my hands and placed them over my head as he thrust deeper into me.

"Look at me," he commanded, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the sweet punishment he was delivering. He slowed his strokes to a painful pace as retaliation.

"No, please." I almost whined.

"Look at me," he said again, and I opened my eyes, meeting his deep green ones. I felt like he was staring at every part of me. He was taking me all in, devouring all I had with every thrust.

He kissed my lips as we came together.