CHAPTER ELEVEN

MACK

“Good.”

Sadie stops swinging her legs. She nibbles on her bottom lip drawing my eyes to it. The desire that’s been with me since the moment I picked her up rushes forward. My cock engorges painfully.

“Listen, I don’t share. I should have told you that upfront.”

I plant my hands on either side of her hips and step into the space between her parted legs. “Neither do I.”

Capturing her lips, I devour her. She hasn’t brushed her teeth yet, so the taste of tangy sauce lingers on her tongue. It’s odd with the cool mint from the toothpaste, but doesn’t stop me from kissing her.

I plan to kiss her all over before I’m through with her tonight.

Grinning, I pull away and grab her left arm, nibbling at her fingertips before kissing my way up her hand. My lips linger on her cookie tattoo. “Tasty,” I tease, circling my tongue around it.

Sadie’s eyes are wide, the dark pupils large and fixed on my mouth.

Her shirt comes off easily as does her bra, leaving the top half of her gloriously naked for my eyes and lips to feast on.

She has a small half moon tattoo on her right shoulder. It’s the first one I ever did for her and holds a special place in my memory as it’s the day we met.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and she was a walk-in, just wanting a tattoo and not caring who did it. It would be a fast tattoo, so with some time before my first appointment I took her back.

I had no way of knowing that simple action would forever change my life. She was beautiful with her long blonde hair and engaging grin. And man, could she talk. She chatted the entire time I worked on her and right up until I walked her to the front desk.

I no longer remember what she talked about. I doubt even thirty minutes later she could recall either.

None of that matters. The feelings I had about meeting her and at her departure are what really stayed with me.

Interest, longing, and something I couldn’t quite identify. Like a vague sense of déjà vu even though I was positive we had never met before.

Reverently, I brush my lips across that tiny half moon tattoo. Sadie giggles as I do, reaching her hands out to run along my stomach before dropping down to between my legs and giving my crotch a firm squeeze.

I moan against her skin, my eyes closing as need swells up in me. I wanted to take my time. But sometimes things don’t go as you planned.

Dropping to a crouch, I tug off her boots. Sadie grips the edge of the vanity. “What are you doing?”

“Taking off your boots so I can get your pants off and eat your pussy.”

Sadie doesn’t protest. She slips off the vanity and gets to work stripping her pants off as I work her second boot off. She hops back up on the vanity and spreads her legs. Her pink folds glisten and the scent of her reaches me, making a low rumble of want escape from my throat.

My knees crash to the cold floor and I grip her thighs. The cold and hardness don’t bother me, all my attention is on the pink treasure in front of my face.

Pressing my face closer, I breathe Sadie’s fragrance in and rub my mouth along her inner lips. Using my tongue, I tease her open and lap at the wetness waiting for me. Her flavor battles with the minty taste left over from the toothpaste and ultimately wins, leaving me groaning with pleasure.

I eat her like a juicy peach using my tongue, lips, and even my teeth. Nibbling on her clit has her gasping my names and gripping my hair as she rocks her pussy harder against me. Her sweet juices cover my lower face and drip from my chin. I can’t get enough and bury my tongue as far as it will go in her soft channel, licking along her inner walls and pressing against the slightly rough spot inside that makes her buck wildly.

Sadie comes with a harsh inhale, her body freezing in place as her channel flutters around my tongue. Eagerly, I drink down her release and flick my tongue along her clit to coax more from her.

“Mack, fuck me,” she pleas in a needy voice.

Standing, I pull out one of the vanity’s drawers and retrieve a condom. I undo my jeans enough to pull out my cock and roll the latex down over my erection.

Leaning back, with her pussy gloriously wet and exposed, Sadie watches me and gives a moan when I step between her legs and line up my cock with her opening. She wiggles forward on the vanity and the head slips inside her grasping heat.

A broken moan escapes me. I grab her hips and hold her steady as I thrust the rest of the way inside. Wet heat engulfs me. She feels like heaven to me.

My mouth slams over her lips, my tongue immediately finding hers as we kiss. My rhythm is jerky and fast. I’m far too gone to last long, so I can only hope Sadie enjoys a rough ride. My hips pound into her, my dick plunging hard and fast into her slick depths.

The start of my orgasm builds. Desperately I reach between us, finding her slippery clit and rubbing it wildly as my cock begins to spurt my release.

Breathing hard, I rest my head on her shoulder, her hair tickling my nose and cheeks as I continue to slowly pump into her and circle her nub. My erection is flagging, but I can easily feel the clench of her muscles when her climax hits.

She’s squeezing me so hard I’m worried the condom is going to come off my softening cock. Regretfully, I withdraw from her and grab at the drenched and heavy condom. I keep my other hand on her clit, wanting to ensure she finishes.

“Whoa,” she breathes and shoves at my hand. “That was crazy.”

Grinning, I grab some tissues and pass them to her and take care of disposing the condom in the waste can.

“If by crazy you mean wonderfully intense, then yes, it was crazy,” I say, gently helping her down from the vanity.

Sadie looks up at me. “Mack, you’re crazy too.”

“And so are you,” I say, claiming another kiss.