Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I’ll feed you.”
I don’t argue with him as he takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen.
“Sit down, I’ll do it.”
“I can—”
“This is my kitchen,” I say a little snippier than I intended, and his lips twitch.
The kitchen is the one place I can be a little bossy, and he knows it. Sawyer raises his hands in surrender, but instead of sitting, he leans against the kitchen island and watches me. Neither of us says a word as I get out some pasta. It’s quick to make, and once it’s finished, I place both bowls in front of the chairs at the kitchen island.
“It’s delicious,” Sawyer says after he takes his first bite.
No matter how upset I am, his praise always makes me smile. Right now is no exception, and I can see him out of the corner of my eyes watching me. I bite my lip to control it, but it’s no use. He keeps on eating, and every time he licks his lips, I wiggle in my chair.
We’ve been together too long, and I have no control over my body. His leg keeps brushing against mine, and I know he’s doing it on purpose. When I glance down at his lap, I can see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. He’s hard, and it makes that throb between my legs worse.
“Finish your food, kitten,” he orders.
I don’t respond to him, but I eat the rest of my noodles. Not because he told me to but because I want to. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Once my bowl is empty, Sawyer cleans up the kitchen and then turns to face me. “We’re not done.”
“What?”
“You know what.”
He walks slowly around the kitchen island, and I can tell from the intense expression on his face what’s coming. He lifts me off my feet, and instinctively I wrap my legs around him.
“I’m still mad at you,” I tell him even as I squeeze my thighs tighter.
“You being mad at me won’t keep me from taking care of you.”
He carries me to our room and then lays me across the bed. After that, he pulls off my panties and then pushes my shirt up to reveal my bare stomach and breasts.
“Sawyer,” I moan. I’m already soaked, and we haven’t done anything.
“Just need a taste.” He’s staring between my legs as he lowers himself to the floor.
“Please.” The way I’m begging should be embarrassing, but I don’t care. I spread my legs wider because I’m desperate for him. Desperate for this connection that has always been so perfect between us.
His mouth brushes against my sex before his tongue circles my clit. “You don’t have to beg, kitten. Nothing will stop me from eating your pussy.”
He buries his face against me and grabs both of my thighs like they’re life preservers. He licks and sucks at me, drinking up every ounce of my pleasure and demanding more. One orgasm leads into another and he’s feasting on me like a starved man.
At one point I shake my head because I don’t think I can take it anymore, but that doesn’t stop Sawyer. His tongue is relentless on my clit, and it demands I give him another.
“Sawyer!” I scream as my back comes off the bed and another orgasm crashes through my body. I’m lost in pleasure, and there’s nothing else that matters.
He climbs up my body while I’m still in a daze, but when I feel his lips on mine, I kiss him back. He’s hovering over me as the blunt head of his cock brushes my clit, and that’s when I feel it. The warmth of his release splashes all over my sex, and he shakes with the force of it.
After a long, quiet moment, his fingers skim across my stomach, and he strokes me back and forth. Then he leans down and places a single kiss to my stomach before he pulls my shirt down to cover it.
He tucks me into bed before sliding in beside me and kissing my temple. “I’ll always give you what you need, kitten. Always. ”
Chapter Twelve
SAWYER
The next time Chloe wakes up, I grab the giant fluffy robe I got her for Valentine's Day last year and wrap her in it. She’s still sleepy as I do but insists that she doesn’t want to stay in bed all day. Once I’ve got her bundled up, I grab the thermos of tea I made for us and take her to the back patio.
Our place is close to the city but has a beautiful outdoor space we transformed after we moved in. I’ve already got the wood burning in the fire pit and brought some blankets out here in case she gets cold.
“What’s all this?” she asks once I bring her over to the couch.
“We need to talk, and I don’t want to do in there.” I nod toward the house. “That’s always been our safe place away from everything, and I want to keep it that way.”