Chapter 28
Grant
The Power Swap
Sophia looked up at me with the face of an angel, but the eyes of the devil, smirking at me from under my black Stetson.
“Open your mouth,” she ordered, and I could swear I heard my jaw unhinge, my muscles so fuckin’ wound up I didn’t know how I wasn’t coming just from the words.
Her wet fingers hesitantly traced my lips, but I was starved for what she was servin’.
I gripped her wrist and brought her fingers to my tongue, letting her watch as I sucked the digits clean of my favorite fucking taste in the whole world.
“Peach.” My cock jerked between us, shifting her blouse. “If I could eat you for dessert every night for the rest of my life, I would.”
Her smirk turned into a shy smile as a light pink shade covered her cheeks.
I’d heard about heightened pheromones, or people being attracted to each other on some animalistic level based on their smell, and right now, I felt like a caged lion.
Her scent was on my lips, on my tongue, and dripping between her legs.
“Be a good boy and stay right there,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.” It pained me in more ways than one to watch her bend over, pick up the gun from the floor, then sway that ass away from me as I stayed exactly where I was, because I was a good boy.
A damn good boy, indeed. I even kept my hands locked together behind my head, guessin’ I shouldn’t be touching myself right now either.
Not that I wanted to. I wanted whatever she had in mind.
She set the gun down on top of the T-shaped table, one that guns usually rested on for shooting, before climbing up.
Slowly, she leaned back, her heels anchoring to the ends of the table.
Sophia looked back at me, hungrily taking in my body.
My cock throbbed painfully at the sight, because, hot fuckin’ damn, she was spread wide open like the dessert I wanted.
“Come here,” she said low.
“Yes, ma’am.” Peach bit down on her lip, watching while I moved in on her.
Her dripping cunt was a few inches back from the edge of the table, close enough to have my cock graze against her as I stepped between her legs.
She whimpered at the slick I spread there, a bead dripping down her smooth cunt.
I licked my parched lips, tasting her lingering arousal still there.
The groan that left my chest made her shift closer, her upper body supported by a fierce hold she had on the wood, keeping her arms locked in place.
I reached between us, rubbing the head of my cock on her clit. Her foot stopped me in my tracks as she pushed her toes into my stomach. The look I gave must’ve been lethal looking, but she smirked at it, knowing she was the one in control.
“Peach,” I warned. “What do you want?”
She wordlessly sat up and removed her blouse, leaving her in a lacy bra that covered half her breasts. Hardened, dark pink nipples poked through the top hem, driving my sanity to the sand beneath my boots.
I arched my brow. “Is this the part where I get to beg to touch you, baby?” The idea made my cock twitch.
“This is the part where you get to worship me,” she said so confidently I somehow got fucking harder.
“Goddamn, beautiful.” I impatiently wrapped my hands behind her thighs and pulled her to the edge, then leaned over her small frame, getting close to her lips.
“I’ll worship you ’til the day I die.” Using my freehand, I lined my cock up to her entrance and started sliding in, making us both moan against each other's mouths. “So perfect. You feel so fucking incredible. Your cunt was made for me to fill. To stretch, and claim.” I pushed in more, giving her an inch at a time, watching her lips part with pleasure. “You just wanted my cum inside you, didn’t you, Peach?”
She nodded before taking my lips with hers with a searing kiss.
I swept my tongue inside, thrusting the rest of the way in, making her whimper and shake.
“You’re so perfect in every fuckin’ way, darlin’.
I can’t get enough. Not of how good you feel around me.
Not of how fucking stunning you are under me.
” I tugged the lacy fabric down her breast, palming it possessively before bending down and taking it into my mouth.
She gasped as I sucked and licked the tender flesh.
“Mark me, Grant. Bite me. Hard.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured against her nipple before doing just as she asked. I bit and swirled my tongue right after, easing whatever pain she may have felt. She fisted my hair as I bit and licked in rotation, my cock pulsing inside her, signaling I was close without even moving.
I slipped a hand between us, rubbing her clit, feeling her walls flutter as I began to move. If I could be a fly on the wall right now, watching this gorgeous woman fall apart as I sucked on her breasts and brought her close to orgasming with my tongue and fingers and cock—
“Oh fuck, darlin’. I’m so close.”
She panted against my ear, forcing my head down harder on her nipple. I was sucking her raw, fucking her raw, and feeling everything for her so viscerally raw that I couldn’t help murmur against her skin words that I felt but had been too afraid to voice.
Her nails dug into my scalp as she pulled me back, her eyes goin’ wide. “What’d you just say?”
I thrust deep into her, forcing her head to tilt back, my hat tumbling to the ground.
“I love you.” I pounded into her, seeking a release more powerful than I’d ever had.
Her cunt gripped my cock, wrapping around me like a vise as she screamed my name.
My fingers dug into the woman I loved’s flesh, my rhythm turning rabid as I pumped her full of my cum, marking her as mine from the inside out.
I dropped my forehead to her chest, catching my breath, running my admission through my head knowing it was more right than anything else in this world. I planted soft kisses around her breast, kissing each deep groove I’d created as her chest rose and fell against my forehead.
Sophia caressed my hair, pushing it back. “Look at me.”
My eyes flicked up to meet hers, my heart pounding harder as we just looked at one another.
I wished she could hear my thoughts, feel the way my blood ran in my veins when her ocean blues locked on me like that.
I hadn’t pulled out of her yet, and I never wanted to.
Not until I made her mine in every way possible.
Not until she carried my babies and wore my ring on her finger and said my name every time I made her cum just as hard as she just had.
This was the woman I wanted until the end. This was the woman I never wanted to lose. I wanted to grow old and frail with her. I’d hold her hand and kiss her knuckles, telling her she was beautiful, and that it was always her for me.
When it came to Sophia Pierson, I was wholly done for.
“Why would you say that?” she whispered, a deep groove forming between her brows.
I sighed and kissed my way up to her collar bone. “Because it’s true.”
“You…you love me?” Her voice croaked, heart thundering hard under my touch.
I swept my lips over her jaw. “I do.”
She went quiet. I could practically hear her thoughts churning away, and I mentally scorned myself for adding more shit to her mind. But she had to know. She had to know how gone for her I was, and how ready I was to make her mine.
My cock hardened inside her again, and I wasn’t gonna do anything about it but ignore the greedy fucker and tuck him away so she could process. But as I went to stand, she stopped me, her nails digging into my shoulder.
“Stay,” she whispered, swiveling her hips. “Stay, but this time, I don’t want to fuck.”
“What do—”
“Make love to me, Grant.” Her legs wrapped around my hips, drawing me deeper inside her. “Kiss me and tell me you love me again.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I kissed her deeply, thrusting softly as my hand went to her back, supporting the arch of her body as she fit into mine.
“I love you so fuckin’ much, Peach.” Thrust. “So much, it hurts.” Thrust. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Our breaths tangled, heavy and hot as we kissed while our bodies rocked together as one.
We were damp with sweat as our tongues tangled, both of us tryin’ to get as close as possible.
Soft palms slid from my shoulders and circled to the back of my neck, tellin’ me she felt the same way, even if she didn’t say it aloud.
Sophia had fallen for me, too.