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Barely moving.
Oh my God.
Every freaking synapse in my brain starts firing as we go straight from frenzied to intimate.
I try to wriggle free. To force him to fuck me. To stop torturing me and screw me the way I desperately want him to. Without any feelings. No romance. But this stubborn man hovering above me... this man... all lean muscles and black ink, with blue eyes deeper than the depths of any ocean I’ve ever seen, isn’t letting me move. “Kingston,” I huff, refusing to beg. “Move.”
He pulls his cock back, and I cry out before he inches back in, even slower. Stretching me in the most tantalizing way.
His rough hands slide up my rib cage, then cup my breasts. The cool air and rough pads of his fingers send shivering chills dancing over my skin before his beard scrapes my chest. He takes my nipple between his lips, tugging it with his teeth and pulling a moan from me as my need becomes a living, breathing thing, dying for release. For the earth-shattering orgasm I’d bet my medical degree will hit me soon.
My back arches off the bed when Sawyer moves to the other breast and squeezes it roughly before he takes it in his hot mouth.
I wrap my hands around his thick biceps, digging my nails into his skin as he thrusts deeper.Harder. But not faster. His thick cock finally and completely filling me.
Rubbing against every inch of my pussy.
Every. Inch.
Hitting my G-spot. But pulling away just as quickly.
Still not giving me the rhythm I know would have me coming in seconds.
“Kingston,” I moan and lift my hips, urging him on, more out of frustration than pleasure.
Lightning fast, his hand moves from my breast to my throat, and I stop moving. Stop speaking. My body and brain go on high alert.In shock. Instantly, my world quiets, and I stare up at this man who’s cutting off just enough of my air supply to be dangerous.
I suck in a ragged breath as my eyes fly to his.
“Do you ever just shut up and enjoy yourself, Red?” His raspy voice and the beating of my heart are suddenly all I can hear. “Let go. Give up control.”
“Sawyer,” I whisper quietly.Carefully. A hint of excitement mixing with trepidation.
His right hand is around my throat, pressing on my carotid artery but not my trachea.
Not tightly enough to cut off my oxygen completely. Not yet.
But definitely enough to get my attention and pique my interest.
The doctor in me is screaming for him to let me go.
You’ve got three to five seconds with no oxygen before you pass out.
Five minutes and you’ll be dead. But Sawyer isn’t cutting it off. Just withholding.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks as he finally,fucking finally, sets a slow rhythm.
“If I can’t breathe,” I keen and lift my hips. “I can’t talk.” I moan, loving the feel of his muscular body. His thick cock. His weight on me. “How can I tell you to stop if I want you to?” My pussy pulses with need and want and desire so strong, I can taste the metallic tang of desperation in my mouth.
His abs coil with each thrust, in and out, until he’s dragging his cock along the lips of my pussy over and over, teasing and taunting until he pushes back in.
He’s keeping me on edge. His firm grip on the column of my throat is just enough to excite me but not block my breath. Not entirely.
I keep my hands wrapped around his beautifully strong arms and let my eyes close, getting lost in the sensations.
“Eyes on me, Red.” He releases my neck and gathers my hands in his before pinning them to the mattress above my head and leaning down to let his lips graze my ear. “Keep your hands here. If you want me to stop, tap my chest three times.”
My pussy throbs, and I moan, then nod in heady anticipation.
