Sugar Read online C.M. Steele (Gimme Series #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Gimme Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
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“No, sugar. You know what today is, don’t you?” I run my hands down her slender, bare arms and skimming my way down her sides.

Her eyes widen as she remembers. “Sugar, I’m a man of my word.” Today’s the day she gets to kiss one lucky Irishman.

“I thought you were kidding,” she pants.

“I was, but this seems like so much fun. If you want me to stop at any time, all you have to do is say the magic word.”

“And what is that?”

“You’ll figure it out,” I whisper inches from her pouty lips. I kiss them, gently at first, then owning them. I pull back and stand, lifting off my dress shirt to reveal a “Kiss me. I’m Irish” tee shirt.” I drop my pants, showing her my matching boxers.

“Mr. Fox, you’re a sly one, aren’t you?” Her thighs rub together, and I can see a hint of desire on them. I stroke my cock through my boxers, but this isn’t about making me come. Today, it’s to make her come and tie her to me forever. I climb onto the bed, grabbing her ankles and thrusting her legs apart. I look down at her wet pussy then back up into her eyes. “You like being tied up, don’t you?”

She nods, her face flushing. I lie with my stomach on the mattress, then I grab her thighs and hook them over my shoulders. I groan, breathing in her sweet sugary aroma and slide my tongue along her seam then blow on her tender flesh. Her pussy pulses as I stroke her clit with my mouth and her depths with my fingers. Every time she bucks her hips, I pump a little faster until she’s coming on my face. I ride the fuck out of her orgasm until she calms down.

“I need you, Lucas, give it to me,” she begs. I reach my waistband and pull the boxers off before I stretch over her running my hands over her precious skin. Her tits are calling for my attention as well. I swipe my tongue along the swell of her breast, plucking her other nipple until she squirming for me to take her again. I nearly black out as I claim her in one smooth motion. Her walls grab me tight like a vice and deliciously choke my cock until I can’t handle it anymore and come so deep inside of her, I’m sure that I left my baby inside of her this time.

Panting and so damn in love with her, I kiss her repeatedly. It takes all my will power to pull away for just the moment I need to grab something special. I return, leaning into her and stealing one more kiss before declaring, “I love you, Lexi. From the first moment, I felt it. It took me a few hours to know it, but by the next morning, I was sure that I couldn’t be without you. Will you marry me?” I ask, almost stumbling on my words.

She nods and gives me an emphatic, “Yes.” I reach over and undo the knot, lowering her arms and rubbing them before sliding the ring on her finger, since she was kind enough to give me the safe word I hoped for.

“I love you, Lucas.” Those words are sweet to hear. She stares at the two-carat diamond surrounded by a ring of emeralds.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Just like you, sugar.”

“So, do you think we should go out to celebrate?” she asks.

“Hell no. There are way too many Irish people out there today.”

“So what are we supposed to do with our whole day?” she asks with feigned innocence.

“I can think of a bunch of things, my sweet,” I growl, pinning her to the bed again.

Three years later…

Lucas

I hear little feet running and hiding as I get off the elevator. It’s dark in the condo, but it’s also our third anniversary. I walk in and turn on the light to see my son Bennet running toward me. I scoop him up in my arms and hug him tightly, kissing his soft cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day Daddy,” he cheers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ben. Where’s mommy?”

“The kitchen. Baking sweets.” The cheerful look on his face is so innocent, but he has no idea what his mommy does to me.

I groan and carry him in there. Damn, I know I’m in for a wonderful sex crazed night. I enter the kitchen and my wife who is starting to show with our second turns from the stove with a red dress that flares out at the waist and an apron that reads, “Sweet on You.” Another groan passes my lips. My dick is so hard, I could break walls with the fucker.

“Hey, Benny boo, why don’t you go put on your cartoons.”



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