Sweet Temptation

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by K. C. Lynn


  I feel her breathing accelerate and her back begins to move rapidly against my chest. When she doesn’t say anything, I rear one hand back and slap her tight ass, hard enough for her to feel the sharp sting through the lace.

  She cries out in pleasure before pushing back against my aching cock, greedily seeking more. I groan and dig my fingers into the soft flesh. “Do you understand?” I ask her again, more firmly.

  “Yes, I understand.”

  I praise her breathless response with a nip to her ear. “Good girl.”

  Moving my hands to her hips again, I help her get into the truck before walking as fast as my fucking legs will stride to my side.

  Slamming the door, I put the key in the ignition and start the truck. Looking over at Grace, I see her watching me nervously, but need burns much brighter in her warm amber eyes.

  Eyes that are reminding me of how innocent she is, so I tone down the command in my voice… a little. “Lean back against the door, baby, and bring your leg up on the seat, bent at the knee, while keeping the other on the floor.”

  She looks at me only for a second before doing what I say. I start backing up as she gets into position. Before putting it into drive I look back over and see her staring at me, awaiting further instruction. “Pull your dress up to your hips and show me what I’ve been dying to see.”

  Bringing her hands to the bottom of her sweet thighs, she fucking teases me by raising it up ever so fucking slowly, until finally the sexiest goddamn sight is bared to me.

  My eyes take in the cream lace and thin straps that barely cover what I know is the sweetest, tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting and feeling. Moving my gaze up to her face, I see her cheeks flushed pink and her warm eyes needy and curious. Her bottom lip slips between her teeth as she bites back a knowing smile.

  Growling, I wrap my hand around her ankle that’s on the seat and drag her closer to me. She braces back on her elbows as I run a finger down the center of her lace panties. “Jesus, that’s fucking sexy. Did you wear this for me tonight, Grace?”

  She moans when I skim over her clit with my knuckle, adding a little more pressure, “Yes, everything I now wear is for you.”

  I groan, loving that fucking answer, “That’s fucking right, baby.”

  Finding myself getting too worked up now, I pull my hand away to put the truck in drive and punch the gas. I speed only enough that I won’t get pulled over, knowing there will be cops out tonight because of the holidays.

  I glance over at Grace, to see her waiting patiently for further instruction. Reaching my hand back over, I run it up along the inside of her smooth thigh, before grabbing a thin strap and ripping it.

  She moans and thrusts her hips up. “God, Sawyer, as hot as that is, this is the only one of these things I have, they aren’t cheap ya know.”

  “Don’t worry, Cupcake. I’ll replace it and more. I’m going to buy you one in every fucking color that exists.”

  She giggles but it falls into a moan when I push her panties to the side and slip my fingers in to her warm, wet slit, lubing my fingers. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked, you’re always so ready for me.”

  Keeping my eyes on the road right now is almost fucking impossible, but I only let myself glance at her once in a while. Her whimpers and moans tell me exactly what I would see if I were looking over. I tease her opening with my finger, never entering, just hovering at her entrance while my thumb circles her clit.

  She moans in frustration, “Sawyer, please…”

  “It’s not very nice when people tease you, is it, Grace?”

  I brush over her clit gently, causing her to arch. “No, it’s not,” she whimpers, “just like it’s not nice to eat the pies someone worked so hard to make perfect for Thanksgiving supper.”

  Stilling, I glance over at her, her sweet, flushed face is watching me with amused victory. Well fuck, if she doesn’t have me there.

  “Okay, Cupcake. You’re right. I guess we will have to punish each other then.” I enter my middle finger inside her, just up to my knuckle and my dick fucking weeps to be in the tight, wet warmth.

  Moaning, she pushes herself against my finger until it’s buried to the hilt. “Fuck, you want it bad.” Turning my finger I curl it around her inner wall and hit the spot that has her clamping around me. “I can’t wait to feel this eager pussy wrapped around my cock, Grace.”

  Throwing her head back she cries out as I slam another finger inside of her. The sight of her- braced on her elbows and head thrown back, is about to make me fucking come.

  I’ve never been so goddamn thankful to pull into her driveway. She moans in disappointment when I reluctantly remove my fingers to put the truck in park.

  Leaving it running, I sit back. “Come over here, baby.”

  She’s up and straddling me within seconds, her mouth crashing down on mine. Her sweet taste bursts on my tongue, and her greedy urgency fuels my own. Reaching around the back of her, I unzip her dress and pull it down her shoulders, bunching it at her waist.

  Wasting no time I pull the cups of her cream lace bra down, which matches her other sexy shit, then rip my mouth from hers to latch on to one of her peaked nipples.

  “Oh god, Sawyer, that feels so good,” she whimpers loudly. Spearing her hands into my hair, she pulls at the strands with force before grinding her wet pussy against my jean-clad dick.

  Growling, I bite down on her nipple… Hard. She screams in pleasure and begins riding me frantically, desperately seeking relief.

  Ripping my mouth away, I grab her hips to still her movements. “Whoa, Cupcake, not so fast.”

  She whimpers with frustration, “Yes, fast. I want fast and hard.”

  I growl, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. But first I’m going to teach you something that I’ve been dying to show you.”

  Her seductive eyes narrow with curiosity. Grabbing both her hands from my hair I bring them to her perfect tits. Her eyes widen wearily and her cheeks turn pinker, more from embarrassment now.

  “Sawyer, I’m not so sure I want to do this.”

  I cover her hands with my own. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s just me. I’ll help you and if you want to stop then we will. Okay?”

  “What happens if someone sees us?” she asks shyly, looking around the dark deserted street.

  “Nobody’s around, baby, and even if they were my windows are tinted, they’re not going to be able to see shit in the dark. I promise, no one will see what’s mine.”

  She still looks unsure but nods, her teeth biting her bottom lip nervously. Leaning in, I kiss and lick it, seeking permission for her to open. Letting out a soft sigh she lets me in and soon the kiss turns hot and desperate.

  I begin squeezing her hands to mold her soft, heavy weight. She looks at me wearily again. “Close your eyes, Grace, pretend it’s only my hands, baby.”

  She does what I say, her expression soon relaxing with pleasure. Taking one of her hands away, I grab the other and start trailing her fingers over her nipples, puckering them tighter. She sucks in a sharp breath and moans. “Now pinch it like I do.”

  When I see her expression turn a little hesitant again, I latch my mouth to her nipple. She cries out before I see her tormenting her other nipple, her fingers pinching with force. Pulling my head back to watch her, I grab her free hand and start coasting it down her stomach, slowly skimming along the toned, satin skin, until I’m slipping it in her panties. Her eyes shoot open and embarrassment overtakes her again.

  “It’s just me, baby, just us. Don’t think about it, just feel.”

  My hands going to the side of her hip I rip the panties from her body, revealing fucking perfection. I see her hand where I left it, on top of her bare pussy, not moving. Her eyes still hesitant, but curiosity also burning in their depths.

  To help her feel more comfortable and needing something to ease my throbbing cock, I unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants and pull out
my aching dick.

  A small noise escapes past her lips when I start stroking it, and her eyes glow brighter with lust. “You like watching me stroke my cock, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispers breathlessly, her hand still staying frozen over her pussy while her eyes are glued to my dick.

  “This is what I had to do for months, from the first day I laid eyes on you. Every fucking fantasy about you floated through my head while I jacked off.”

  Taking my other hand, I place it over hers again and skim two of her fingers through her wet slit. She gasps when we graze her clit. Keeping her finger there I show her how to tease it.

  Fiery little moans leave her mouth and soon I start feeling her move it on her own, so I take my hand away. “There you go, baby. Does it feel good, Grace?”

  “Yes.” Her sexy fucking whimper has me jerking off faster. Taking my hand, that was just over top of hers, I trail it down her wet pussy before slamming two fingers inside of her.

  Her hand stills as she cries out. “Don’t stop stroking your clit, baby, keep working it.” Getting her bearings, her finger starts moving again. The faster I fuck her pussy with my fingers the faster her own moves. When she starts meeting my thrusts with her hips I begin feeling her inner walls start to flutter.

  I groan, wishing it was my cock, “That’s it, Grace. Give into it, baby, so I can fuck this tight pussy with my dick.”

  She shatters as soon as the words leave my mouth. Dropping her forehead against mine, she gives into the pleasure, sobbing out the intensity of her orgasm. Come leaks from the tip of my cock at the sound of her cries. Before she’s fully finished I withdraw my fingers and replace them with my dick, slamming inside of her until I’m buried balls deep.

  Stilling, I groan from the tight feel of her, and I’m still able to feel the after-shocks of her orgasm flutter around me.

  “Oh god, yes. I love feeling you inside of me,” she cries, grabbing onto my shoulders for balance.

  A growl erupts from my chest, my teeth grinding so hard with restraint that I’m surprised my jaw doesn’t fucking snap. “Me too, baby. It’s where my dick was always meant to be.”

  She grabs at my shirt, “Please take this off, I need more, I need to feel your skin.”

  She sits back enough for me to pull my shirt off, before her hands start roaming my chest and abs with urgency, my fingers tighten on her hips. “Do you still want me to fuck you hard and fast, Grace?”

  She whimpers and starts moving on my dick, “Yes, I want it so…”

  Her words trail off on a low scream when I start pounding up inside of her. She moves her hands back to my shoulders for support, bringing her perfect tits to bounce in my face.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

  I’d have to fucking agree with her, and if I didn’t have my dick bathed in the tightest perfection of my life I would have fucking told her so. Soon I feel her pussy begin to tighten around me. I push her hips back so my dick hits the spot that she needs, and I clench my jaw, praying I can hold off until she finishes again. But watching her tits bounce while I drive myself inside of her, and ecstasy softening her expression, is about to make me come.

  Knowing what she needs, I keep one hand gripping her hip before bringing my other hand around her. Rearing it back I deliver a sharp slap, hard enough that the sound of it fills the air, and I know I probably left a mark.

  She throws her head back in pleasure, and screams out the intensity of her orgasm. My eyes stay transfixed on her beautiful face and I desperately try to hold back until she’s done, not wanting to miss one fucking second of her pleasure.

  Slowing her own rhythm, while I keep my pace, she looks at me with the softest, sweetest fucking smile before leaning over and bringing her mouth to my ear. “Your turn now,” was all she said before sinking her teeth into my fucking shoulder, hard enough to draw blood.

  “Fuck!”

  Fire erupts through my body a second before I come harder than I ever have in my fucking life. Emptying every last drop of it into her warm, hot pussy.

  Dropping my head back, while trying to catch my breath, Grace rests hers on my shoulder. Our bodies stick together from sweat. “Jesus, Grace.”

  I’m not really sure what else there is to fucking say.

  She brings her forehead to rest on mine, her warm eyes glowing with satisfaction, but also some hesitancy.

  She cups my face, “I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

  I would have laughed out loud if her concern wasn’t dripping with sincerity. “Yeah, baby, you did, and it felt fucking great.” To drive the point home I lean in and press a hard kiss to her mouth.

  When I pull back she has a soft smile on her perfect face, “Wanna know somethin’, Sexy Sawyer?”

  “What, Cupcake.”

  “I’m madly in love with you.”

  And as if that doesn’t have the biggest fucking smile breaking out across my face too. Bringing my hands to frame her face I draw her mouth down to mine again. “I love you too, baby,” I whisper against her lips, “I’m glad I found someone who loves me as much as I love myself.”

  She lets out one of her sweet fucking giggles, which is what I was hoping for. “Actually, Sexy Sawyer, you found someone who loves ya more than you love yourself. Who knew that was even possible?”

  I chuckle, “I sure as fuck didn’t, Cupcake.”

  After a little more kissing, and getting ourselves half-decent, I carry her into the house and put us to bed. As her sweet, warm body curls into mine, complete satisfaction fills me… Everything is almost perfect. Just one more thing to take care of before I can give her the life she’s always deserved.

  As we get closer to our destination, the rage that I have tamped down for the last week threatens to erupt.

  “Okay, man, we’re getting closer. Are we going to make a plan here or are we winging it? Because I always think a plan is best,” Jaxson asks, breaking through some of the violence that’s rushing through me.

  “The plan is, we go in there and we don’t fucking leave until we get her mom’s ashes.”

  “And what if he doesn’t have them? He may have gotten rid of them,” Cade asks, voicing worst-case scenario.

  “For that motherfucker’s sake he better hope that’s not the case.” That will have signed his fucking death warrant if he has.

  He hated me. He just hated me so much and I never knew why. I still don’t. I never did nothin’, Sawyer.

  I grip the steering wheel tighter; Grace’s sad, trembling voice replaying in my head has my violence jacking to a whole new level.

  “How far are you taking this, Evans? Give us a heads-up here, because if you can’t keep your fucking head straight tell us now. You know I have no problem handing someone a beating if they deserve it, but right now you look like you’re ready to commit murder. I’ve never fucking seen you like this, and if I get my ass thrown in jail Jules will fucking kill me.”

  “I won’t kill him, like I said my first priority is to get what belongs to Grace. But, he fucking hurt her and for that, I’m going to fucking hurt him.”

  I feel both of them stare at me, waiting to see if I’ll explain further, but I don’t. Jaxson breaks the silence again. “You know, Anna brought up an idea to me the other night for our gym, that I think we should talk about.”

  “What’s that?” Cade asks.

  “She thinks we should give self-defense classes.”

  “What, for like women?” I ask, as the idea rolls around in my head.

  He shrugs, “Yeah women, or whoever fucking needs them. She even mentioned a kids program. Cooper thought it would be good too. He said Victim Services are always looking for self-defense classes around the area but have a hard time finding anything. And we’re more than fucking qualified to run something like that. I mean I know our main purpose is a go-to place for some of the local fighters, to have a remote place to train at and people to work out in. But I’ve been rolling it around in my head since and the more I think about it, th
e more I think it’s a great idea. I mean, I wish now Jules would have known how to kick-ass, after what that fucker did to her.” His voice turns hard, and for the first time, I truly understand what he’s feeling.

  “I like the idea,” Cade says, speaking up now, “especially the kid thing. Although Evans or Coop will have to run that shit. You and I will scare the fuck out of little kids.”

  Yeah, that’s probably true.

  “Well after we open, why don’t we throw something for our women and have them bring a friend. We can test out a class on them and go from there?”

  Both Jaxson and Cade nod their agreements. Things go silent for the next ten minutes it takes us to get to our destination. Rage begins to pound inside of me again, but it quickly turns to dread when I turn down the street. This has got to be the slum of all slums: small houses that are barely standing, bars on the windows, if they have windows at all. Garbage litters the street and lawns, one guy who looks no older than high-school age is passed out on his fucking lawn, and it’s fucking noon.

  “Jesus Christ!” Jaxson voices my thoughts.

  I feel sick thinking Grace lived somewhere like this. Although the shit on this street is probably nothing compared to what was going on in the house she lived in.

  I come to a stop in front of a small, run-down white and green house. I immediately know I am the right place without having to check because of the sleek silver truck that’s parked in the driveway.

  He spent all of my money. That’s where the new truck came from.

  “Looks a little out of place here. How the fuck has it not been stolen?”

  I don’t say anything to Cade’s observation. Reaching over, I open my glove compartment and grab out my gun.

 

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