Page 108 of Coveted

My fingers stroke her smoothly, and I switch to covering her folds in light kisses. Then I take out my fingers and penetrate her with my tongue, pressing my lips to hers to taste her all the way inside.

Gasping, Sadie wraps her beautiful legs around my neck, her fingers winding into my hair.

In heaven, I drink her as her body steadily tenses. When she’s about to erupt, I concentrate my tongue on her clit, sucking and licking in a steady rhythm while cramming three fingers into her.

She comes, her gasps and moans filling the room like music, her cunt squeezing my fingers and drenching them. Before she relaxes fully, I keep thrusting, feeling another climax building in her. The second engulfs her in a more primal way, making her scratch at me and pant.

While her pussy still hums with the pleasurable aftereffects, I grab her wrist and ankle to flip her over onto her stomach. Soft from sleep and orgasms, she complies.

Her head turns, her cheek on the pillow. After pausing to brush her hair back from her face, so I can see her expressions in exquisite detail, I yank her hips up to put her ass in the air. I push her knees aside and take my place behind her.

I enter her fast and resolute, as if I can fuck away my addiction, even though at this point, I know I’m a fool for believing it. Who am I kidding? I’m doing this because I want her, plain and simple.

So I fuck her, holding her in place with one hand on her perky ass and my other in her hair. From here, I can penetrate her more deeply, the soft walls of her pussy caressing me with every frantic thrust.

“Good girl,” I grind out through my teeth. “Mine. You’re mine, Sadie.”

My breathing turns fragmented and irregular. Though I know I should go for longer to demonstrate a shred of self-control, I fucking don’t. I pump her swollen, wet little cunt without grace or restraint. Just pure, selfish need.

I make an inhuman sound as I come in her hot depths, holding her to me like treasure. The grunts and snarls that rip from my throat probably scare her. She whimpers and moans, gripping the ruined sheets, and my thrusts slow.

I gaze down at her, taking her in like this is my last night on earth. With my immediate physical hunger satisfied, a strange melancholy washes over me.

By bringing Sadie into my life and inserting myself in hers, what have I done? Maybe I’ve doomed us both, because I won’t rest unless she’s mine.

But what about what she wants? What if she doesn’t get over her doubts about me?

I run my fingers down her spine, some semblance of rational judgment returning to me. She quivers and sighs.

“Are you okay?” I ask, drawing letters on her back without lifting my finger.

For some reason, she laughs into the pillow.

She tilts her head to speak. “In the way you mean, yes. In the greater scheme of things, definitely not.”

So she has regrets already. Fuck.

Sliding my cock from her, I’m about to lie next to her when my operating system’s disembodied voice speaks.

“Ahoy, Captain.”

“Fucking hell,” I say with a groan. “My father’s here.”

I programmed the system to announce him after I got sick of him barging in.

Sadie sits up in alarm, pushing her hair from her eyes, suddenly wide awake.

“Stay here.” I draw the sheets to her chin and rise from the bed. “I’ll get rid of him. Put on some clothes if it makes you feel more⁠—”

Snatching up the silky material from the floor, I remember I ripped her gown.

“Never mind,” I say. “I’ll lock the bedroom door.”

Her disheveled hair and bitten lips send a stab of protectiveness through me. She looks so vulnerable, clinging the sheets to her naked chest, her eyes on the door.

“I’ll organize clothes for you once he leaves,” I say, pulling on boxers and a T-shirt from a drawer.

“Okay,” she says, leaning back into the pillow uncertainly.