8. Cutter
CUTTER
S adie moans softly in her sleep, then wiggles her hips, trying to get closer to me.
I can’t stop the deep, hungry growl rising from my chest when she adjusts her leg and grazes my hard as fuck dick.
She’s still asleep, but her leg hooks around mine, her knee rubbing up against my nearly painful erection.
I reach down and wrap my hand around the back of her knee.
I meant to push her leg away so I don’t come all over myself like a teenager, but instead, I find myself grinding against her.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as unbelievable pleasure rolls through me.
How can I be so close to the edge from just this simple touch?
But I already know the answer. It’s her.
Everything about her. I’ll never get enough.
I know I need to stop, but god, she feels so damn good.
Precum leaks out of me, my raging hard-on needing some kind of relief.
When Sadie rubs her pussy up against my thigh, I groan loudly, unable to contain the sound.
Sadie returns my groan with one of her own, awareness slowly creeping into her movements as she wakes up.
Her nails bite into my bare chest, snapping the last thread of my control.
Wrapping her long hair around my fist, I tilt her head back, growling when I see her green eyes ablaze. My lips are on hers in the next second.
I swallow down her cries of pleasure as I devour her. Her hot, curvy little body writhes against mine, creating delicious, torturous friction. I need more. Need to feel her from the inside out. Need to consume her, taste her sweat, bite her soft skin, and drink down everything she’s offering.
“Cutter,” she whimpers into my mouth before capturing my lips once more. I pull her on top of me so she’s straddling my lap. Sadie breaks our kiss, gasping for air. “Cutter,” she says again as she rolls her hips.
Jesus, her pussy lips wrap around my cock, the wet heat driving me insane.
I’ve never had this overwhelmingly primal need to fuck, claim, and possess someone completely.
Sadie rests her forehead on mine as a shudder ripples through her curves.
I know she’s as desperate as I am when a pained whimper escapes her mouth.
She sits up, steadying herself with both hands on my chest. I grip her hips and lift her, positioning her dripping wet hole over the head of my cock.
I hiss out a breath and squeeze my eyes shut, trying with everything in me not to come like this.
Her cunt pulses, massaging my sensitive dick and making me buck my hips involuntarily and slide a few inches inside her.
“Are you sure, baby?” I grit out, though I pray to God she doesn’t stop. I’d never take what she doesn’t offer, but goddamn, I’m in physical pain every single second that I’m not inside her.
Instead of answering, Sadie bites her bottom lip and nods, her sparkling green eyes telling me everything I need to know. Slowly, so slowly, Sadie sinks down on my length, her pussy stretching obscenely wide around my cock.
I drag my eyes up her body, taking in her pale skin and red hair.
The early morning sunlight is tangled in her wild locks, making her look like a fiery goddess.
I watch in awe as the orangeish light kisses the side of her face, her breast, her thighs.
My fingers skim over everywhere the light touches, needing to feel this incredible woman as she brings me unimaginable pleasure.
Sadie tilts her head back and claws down my chest, gasping for air once she’s fully seated. I grip her hips, anchoring her to me, keeping her right here. Her pussy flutters around my cock, making the fucker jerk and leak more precum inside her.
“You feel so good,” I whisper, unable to find my voice as I get lost in the way our bodies are connected on every level.
I help her find her rhythm, rolling her hips and grinding her down on my swollen dick. Each movement sends sharp pangs of ecstasy shooting through my veins. I know she feels it, too, with each breathy whimper that falls from her lips.
Sadie’s eyes snap open, locking on mine. I see the moment she recognizes her power. Her strength. Those green eyes turn fierce, almost feral as she lifts on her knees and drops down on me, her cunt swallowing my dick completely.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her down for a kiss, tasting her sweetness as she brings both of us closer, closer, closer…
“Cutter,” she whispers. “Cutter… Cutter, fuck…” Her whimpers turn into moans, louder, louder, until she’s crying out my name, her voice broken as she comes all around my cock. Goddamn, she comes with her whole body, every muscle tensing and releasing as her orgasm works its way through her.
I keep her right here with me, her forehead resting on mine as she shakes and releases more of her juices. Her cum drips down my dick and coats my balls… and holy hell, is she coming again?
Sadie buries her face into the side of my neck, muffling her scream as an intense orgasm rips through her.
Something breaks loose inside me, leaving me unhinged and wild with need. I flip Sadie onto her back and rut into her still-spasming pussy, grunting with each thrust. She arches her back and wraps her legs around my hips, digging her heels into my ass.
I lean down and suck on her breast, teasing one nipple and then the other, back and forth until I feel her fingernails bite into the back of my head. She pulls my hair and tilts my head up before slamming her mouth down on mine.
My greedy girl rocks into me, meeting me frantic thrust for frantic thrust. I break our kiss and inhale sharply, feeling my orgasm barrel through me. With a roar, I let go of every fucking thing and come so damn hard I feel my bones rattle.
Sadie’s cries carve through the air as her pussy snaps around me, milking me and prolonging our pleasure. We’re both shaking and panting as we cling to each other, riding out the last of our orgasms.
I collapse on top of her, gathering her limp body up in my arms. I try rolling to the side to keep from crushing her, but Sadie urges me to stay right where I am.
I’ll be her safety blanket whenever she needs it.
We stay wrapped up like that for long moments, Sadie taking deep breaths while I whisper how much she means to me and that she’s safe right here in my arms.
Eventually, her grip on me loosens, allowing me to roll onto my back and drape her over my chest. After a few moments of silence, I begin to worry that I hurt her. I mean, God, I tore into her like a beast after taking her virginity last night.
“Sadie?” I murmur, cupping the back of her neck and guiding her to look up at me. “Are you all right?” She nods, but I can’t quite see the look on her face. “Need your words, baby. Did I… Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all,” she assures me. The pressure in my chest releases, allowing me to breathe again. “That was…” She nibbles her bottom lip, searching for something to describe what we just shared.
“Yeah, it really was,” I agree, kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose. Sadie sighs contentedly before curling up on my chest again.
My hand roams up and down her back in a soothing motion.
I pause when my fingertips graze over a rough patch of skin.
I follow the jagged scar on the back of her shoulder until it fades away.
Even without seeing it, I know it had to have come from a significant injury.
The scar is about four inches long and half an inch thick at its widest point.
I need to know how she got it, though I already have a pretty good idea.
Sadie has given me little crumbs of how she grew up, but it pains me not to know everything.
Hell, I don’t even know what she does for a living.
She’s probably young enough to be in college.
I also realize I have no idea what she was doing on my mountain. All Sadie said was that she got lost.
I’ll figure out all of her secrets and show her she can trust me. I’ll hold them close and protect her from every damn thing that tried to break her in the past. But she didn’t break. She grew into a fierce warrior with a kind heart. I just wish I knew how to talk about all of this emotional shit.
As if sensing my thoughts, Sadie tilts her head up, those green eyes meeting mine. “It was from a long time ago,” she whispers. I nod, encouraging her to continue. “One of my foster dads, Mr. Craig, had a bad temper. He yelled a lot and threatened us, but only occasionally laid hands on us.”
“Sadie,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
The way she said it makes me believe other foster parents abused her more than just occasionally.
White-hot rage burns through me, but I take a breath and ground myself in this moment.
I can rip their throats out later. Right now, my woman is trusting me with another piece of her story.
“He got particularly drunk one night when his wife was out of town. She rarely left, probably because she knew something like this was going to happen. Mr. Craig didn’t seem to like kids very much, and living in a house with six of us was too much for him to handle on his own.”
Sadie pauses to collect her thoughts. I’m not used to this subdued, almost shy version of her. I love every side of this woman, but it hurts knowing she’s been through so much.
Love? Holy shit.