Page 80 of Wanted

I ravage her skin, an animal unleashed with her confession. “There’s so much I could teach you.”

“I want you to,” she gasps as I slide in deeper, our hips kissing in the dark.

“You’re mine now.”

“Yes,” she hisses as my fingers slip between us to find her clit.

“You’re in my bed.”

“We can do that next.”

“No, baby. You’re in there every night, and I’m waking up next to you every morning.”

She whimpers as her pussy clenches on my cock.

“You like that,” I growl, fucking deeper into her. I feel feral, but I refuse to hurt her more than I already have.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Fuck. I fucking love that you like that.”

With my arm around her back, I glide her up and down on my cock. Her firm tits bounce against my chest, the hard nipples dragging over my skin. Without being able to see, every other sense comes to life. The feel of her in my arms, her warm, wet cunt wrapped around my cock, her heels digging into my ass. The way her staccato breaths blow across my neck. Her needy clit swollen beneath my fingers.

“Need you to come for me. Need to feel you grip my cock.”

I slow my pace, increasing the pressure with my fingertips. I circle around, and she grows wetter around me. Her breathing changes, then stops, before picking back up.

“There you go, Frankie. Let go for me.”

Her back tenses, and a surprised cry fractures the air. Her hips buck against mine as she breaks apart and rides herself through her orgasm.

I groan low in my throat as I feel her splinter in my arms. She slumps against my chest, cuddled tight and kissing her way up my throat.

Tilting my head back gives her access. “I gotta finish, baby. Can you stand?”

She shakes her head, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Finish in me.”

“Fuck, Frankie,” I groan, grabbing her chin between my fingers and pushing her head back. Her wet hair kisses the tile, and she shivers.

“Are you on birth control?”

She nods against my hand. “I have an IUD.” She yanks me back to her mouth. Her lips feather over mine with her words. “Come in me, Jude. I want you to.”

Despite being buried inside her, her words alone send blood rushing, and my cock grows impossibly harder. My thrusts speed up, fucking into her as hard as I dare. I’ve been given the gift of her virginity, and I’m not about to ruin it by being some selfish bastard. I’d cut my own dick off before I hurt her.

She leaves marks along my neck with her teeth as I grip her hips to drive her up and down my shaft.

Pleasure erupts from my balls, dragging me over the edge inside her. I come deep, throbbing against her slick walls.

My legs nearly give out, and I lower us to the floor, still twitching in her cunt. My beard rubs against her neck as I breathe her in.

“Are you sore?” I murmur there, verbally taking her pulse. Relying on my other senses to check her out in the dark.

Her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath. “Just a little.” Her hips wiggle. “It feels good too though.”

I shiver at the pure want in her tone. “We should clean up so I can take care of you.”

She rocks on my lap. “Can we go again?”

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