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Sugar on the Edge(69)

By:Sawyer Bennett


“More,” I demand. “Now.”

Gavin groans again and his hand gives a hard pull against my underwear, shredding the flimsy lace down one side. The remaining remnants flutter down my leg, catching at my ankle. I’m pinned by Gavin’s eyes as he stares at me hotly, all the while working at his fly. His cock springs free and my hands immediately go around it, stroking the velvety hardness.

“No time for that, love,” he pants and reaches down to pick me up. My legs go around him, he pushes me back into the wall again, and his cock nudges at my entrance. “This has to be hard and fast.”

He slams into me, and I burn in pleasure. My hands grip onto his shoulders, and I bring my mouth down onto his hard. We both groan with mutual satisfaction, and his hips start pumping against me quickly. He thrusts in, pulls out to the tip, perfectly timing it and tunneling back into me again.

Every nerve I have is on fire, my blood singing in joy over the way he feels inside of me, and I urge him on. “Harder, baby. Faster.”

“You’re killing me, Sweet,” he groans into my mouth and fucks me harder and faster.

“I’m getting close,” I tell him because I can feel the quickening of my pulse and my muscles starting to tense up all over.

“Me too,” he pants as he pushes his face against my neck. His lips latch onto my delicate skin, and he sucks at me hard.

Moving his hand between my legs, his thumb finds my clit and he starts circling it with swift pressure, matching the strokes of his cock as it works me over.

He’s brutal, he’s brilliant, and he’s completely mine.

Suddenly, I’m shattering, my hands coming to his head and my nails digging in his scalp. He slams into me one more time, so hard, I think I might have a bruise on my lower back, and then he is murmuring into my neck. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming so hard.”

Start to finish, even including the time that Gavin knelt down and used my torn panties to clean his semen from between my legs, we couldn’t have been gone for more than ten minutes top. But damn… that was probably the best ten minutes of my life, and I was hungry to do something like that again real soon.





I’m exhausted. Only a week back from Chicago, and then I was jetting back out to The Big Apple. I’ve been in New York for two days, which were two days too many in my opinion. I had two book signings, a meeting with my editor, a meeting with the marketing team for my publisher, and finally, a meeting with Lindie. I was on the go constantly, meeting people, talking about my work, and promoting myself.

I hated every fucking bit of it, mainly because I had to leave Savannah back home. She was supposed to come with me but the night before we were to leave, she wasn’t feeling well. By the next morning, her nose was running, her voice was hoarse, and she was coughing so hard that I was afraid she’d expel a lung.

I immediately jumped out of bed when I heard her, got her some Tylenol and orange juice, then pulled my phone out of my pocket.

“What are you doing?” she had croaked while she looked up at me weakly from the bed.

“Canceling my trip,” I told her as I flipped through my contacts for Lindie’s number.

“No you’re not,” she said, and her voice sounded like it was coated in razor blades.

“Babe… you’re sick. I’m not leaving you.”

“It’s a cold, Gavin. Just a cold, I’m sure.”

“I’ve never heard a cold sound like that,” I retorted, and she gave a deep, lusty cough as if to prove my point.

“You’re not canceling,” she said firmly. “I just need some cold medicine and rest. I’ll be fine in a few days’ time.”

“And who will take care of you while I’m gone?” I growled at her.

She grinned at me then… her nose red and runny, and she fucking grinned at me. “You are so cute when you play mother hen,” she said with a laugh, and then another cough. “But I can take care of myself.”

“Let me at least take you to the doctor,” I told her, stuffing my phone back in my pocket.

“You can’t. You have to pack and get to the airport, but I promise I’ll go to the doctor if I’m not feeling better by tomorrow. Okay?”

I grumbled then, muttered a curse word under my breath, and watched as she grinned at me again and started clucking like a chicken. “Mother hen,” she teased.

I reluctantly packed, tried to give her a kiss before I left, to which she refused because she didn’t want me to get sick. I then had to point out that I had fucked her silly the previous night and had my mouth all over her, including my tongue down her throat, and that I wasn’t that worried about getting sick. She still refused me and offered me a handshake.