I trail sugar down her belly, a sinful path that glitters in the low light. I drag my tongue across it, painting a sticky trail of heat past the soft dip of her navel. As I get lower, her breathing quickens, and her hips lift, chasing more. Chasing me.
I bury two fingers in her heat, groaning as I feel how wet she is. How soft. How ready.
Then I drag them out, slick with her arousal, and press them back in, work my fingers inside her as I kneel and drag my nose through her pussy.
“You smell so goddamn good,” I say, voice thick.
She trembles, yipping as I lick a through her folds. She’s sticky and hot with a sweetness that makes my eyes roll back.
“West, yes,more.”
I groan into her pussy, tongue flattening against her folds, gathering her sweetness and the leftover sugar from my fingers until I’m drunk on it.
Her thighs clamp around my head as I fuck her with my tongue, slurping, moaning, licking her like she’s dripping honey straight from the hive.
When she starts to shake, I pull back just enough to dip my fingers back into the bag and smear more sugar on her clit, watching it melt into her heat. Then I thrust my fingers into her again, stretching her open and coating every inch of her sweet pussy with sugar and spit, tasting her like she’s the last dessert I’ll ever eat.
She fists my hair and pulls as my fingers pump into her while my mouth seals around her clit, tongue flicking and circling and sucking until her back arches off the counter, and her slick, sweet juices drip down my chin.She’s shaking, whimpering, soaking me, the sound of my fingers plunging into her echoing through the cabin.
“Do you hear how good that sounds? How wet you are?”
She nods, barely holding on, a wreck of sugar and sweat and moans. Her hands claw at the counter. Her thighs tremble like her legs are about to give out.
I finger fuck her deeper, curl them just right, and she detonates. Her orgasm crashes into her like a goddamn freight train. She screams my name, and her pussy clenches around my fingers so tight, I nearly come in my jeans. But I don’t stop. I devour every drop of sweet, ruined bliss that drips from her as my tongue works her through the quake.
I rise slowly and wipe the sticky mess of her sweetness off my chin with the back of my hand as her chest heaves, body sweat-glazed and dusted with floury, sugary handprints that mark her as mine.
“So fucking delicious,” I murmur and palm my cock through my jeans. “But I’m still not full.”
CHAPTER 7
EMME
I can’t breathe.Can’t think. My thighs are trembling, slick with spit and sugar and whatever part of my soul he just devoured.
West’s mouth glistens. His beard is damp. His eyes glow so silver he might as well be halfway shifted. He licks his lips, slow and filthy, like he’s tasting me all over again just from memory.
“This…” I gasp, voice still wrecked, hips twitching toward him, “this is what I meant when I said I wanted to go out with a sugary bang.”
He growls.
The sound zings through me like lightning, straight to the dripping mess between my legs. My body reacts, tightening, aching for more.
His hands are on me before I can blink. One hand is in my hair, the other under my thigh, dragging me from where I’d writhed away toward the back of the counter and right to the edge again. My ass is right at the lip, legs dangling, spread wide open for him. He lifts my chin with fingers sticky from the sugar still clinging to his skin, tilting my face so I’m looking right into his molten silver eyes.
The sound of his pants unzipping makes me shiver. Then I feel the thick, hot head of his cock drag along my folds, parting me with just enough pressure to make my toes curl.
“Fuck,” I whisper, back arching. I dart my tongue out and lick his lips, moaning when I get that hit of sugar and salt.
West’s jaw tightens. He exhales a sharp breath through his nose like he’s barely holding himself together.
“What are you waiting for,old man?”
He slams into me in one world ending thrust that buries his cock to the hilt.
I cry out, nails clawing at his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips. He’s thick, hard, and stretching me so wide it hurts in the best goddamn way.
The sugar bag spills beside us as he thrusts into me, dusting his knuckles and my stomach with a fresh layer of sparkle. His hand finds my breast again. Flour and sugar grinds into sweat as he teases my nipple with his thumb, then leans down and sucks it into his mouth. The slide of his tongue and the rough scrape of his beard against my sensitive skin makes my muscles flutter around him.
