His Hellcat (Sassy Girls Book 1)(14)

To prove his point, he presses his length into my stomach and tightens the iron-like grip he has around my back.

“Feel what you do to me?”

I nod, unable to even process what's happening. He actually does want me? It’s such a contradiction to what happened just a few moments ago that my mind can’t make sense of it. Did I misunderstand the situation?

“It’s just…” I don’t get a chance to finish my thought because Hutch crashes his lips to mine.

All the fight drains from my body and I fall into his kiss. His lips are soft but firm as they move over mine. He gently sucks my bottom lip between his and my lips part on a moan allowing him entrance. Then his tongue is slicking over mine as he deepens the kiss, causing my toes to curl. Throwing caution to the wind, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself flush against him.

My nipples ache, still sensitive from his earlier attention, and I’m wetter than I’ve been in my entire life. Mindless with desire, I begin grinding against him. I can feel his cock—it’s hard between us as it rubs against my lower stomach. I wait for the insecurities to bombard me. For the constantly nagging voice in my head to say I’m too fat, too short, or just plain not good enough for him. But it is blissfully silent.

Hutch does that for me. Even after his earlier rejection, I don’t feel lacking. His sheer size compliments me in a way I have never experienced before. He makes me feel small, delicate even. It is something I’ve never felt, despite my petite stature. He’s hard where I’m soft, making my curves feel feminine and sexy. The press of his body against mine is utter perfection.

He pulls his lips from mine, releasing my hair, he cups my cheek. “Blake, I shouldn’t do this with you. I should respect you and your brother enough to walk away, but it’s too fucking late now.” His look is fierce, determined. “You’re mine.”

Then his lips are back on mine. He cups my ass as he devours me, lifting me from my feet and carrying me back to his room. I wrap my legs tight around his waist, groaning when his cock lines up perfectly with my pussy. Using my toes, I push against the waistband of his boxer briefs, desperate to feel more of him. The material is caught between our bodies and I quickly give up, focusing my attention on the way he rubs against me with each step.

I cry out when he tosses me to the bed, the abrupt loss of contact is nearly painful. Quickly enough, though, his hands are back, carelessly tearing my clothes from my body until I’m completely bared to him. I don’t have a moment to feel self-conscious about my nudity because his mouth is on my pussy before I can even consider it. Hutch licks at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. I’ve never been a fan of oral—it’s always made me uncomfortable—but the way he’s eating at me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

His tongue flicks back and forth over my clit, then slowly circles, teasing me until I’m a puddle of need desperate for release. I bury my hands in his hair and pull him closer needing more. As if he knows exactly what I crave, he slicks his fingers through my folds and dips inside me. He fills me with two thick digits, fucking me slowly while his tongue laps at my clit.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers.” His words encourage me to take my pleasure from him. I lift my hips frantically, pushing towards his mouth and those glorious fingers, doing exactly as he said—fucking myself, using him for my pleasure.

I’m so close. I can feel my orgasm coming, but it’s just out of reach, tormenting me. Hutch changes the angle of his fingers and every movement hits just the right spot causing my pussy to gush. The wet sounds are lewd, and I’d be embarrassed if my orgasm didn’t pick that exact moment to crash over me. I’m knocked breathless with it. My entire body seizes and my pussy grips his fingers. My clit is so sensitive every brush of his tongue is almost painful, but I ride wave after wave of pleasure.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when his lips find mine, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and erotic and I want more.

“So fucking beautiful, Kitten.” The tone of his voice and look on his face tell me those aren’t just empty words; he actually thinks I’m beautiful. My throat feels tight with emotion, but I brush it away and choose to focus on this moment.

The blunt tip of his cock rocks against my pussy and I gasp as it slides over my clit, then he’s notched himself at my entrance. I feel so empty and desperate for him. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him into me, but he doesn’t budge.

“Slow,” he says, brushing a kiss to my lips. “I won’t hurt you.”