Page 81 of Wanted

A deep chuckle reverberates in my chest. I push the wet hair away from her face and lean back on one hand. My other grips her fleshy hip. Through the flashes of lightning and the open bathroom door, I can see her hooded eyes. She bites her lower lip as she grinds.

“You keep doing that, and I’m going to stay hard.”

She gasps as I brush my thumb over her clit. “Good.” With slow waves of her hips, she rides me leisurely. I’m a tool she’s using to chase her pleasure. “Is this okay?”

“Do what feels right to you, baby. Don’t worry about me.”

“I want to make you feel good too.”

“I feel good being inside you.”

“’Kay,” she breathes. I imagine her eyes growing wide as she slides against me, pushing me deeper in her tight, wet heat. Her breathing speeds up, as do her hips, as she figures out what feels good. Any lingering timidity falls away as she hits her stride, rising and falling in undulating waves in my lap.

“Oh,” she gasps, rocking hard against a particular spot. “Oh, oh, Jude,” she whimpers.

“Don’t you dare stop, baby. You’re going to make yourself come on my cock.”

“Jude, Jude, Jude,” she pants, tilting her hips against my thumb.

“That’s right. You say my name when I’m inside you,” I rasp.

“I think I’m gonna come.”

I hold still, not wanting to break her from her rhythm. A lot of guys hear those glorious words and just fuck everything up. If a woman on your cock says she’s about to come, you don’t change a goddamn thing.

Her body stiffens, her movements stilted a second before she detonates. “Jude!” she cries, bucking against me. Tightening her arms around my neck to hang on. I grip her hips, guiding her back and forth as her clenching pussy milks my cock.

“Fuck,” I erupt, pinpricks of light flash behind my eyelids as I spill myself inside her a second time.

She reaches between us, feeling the place where we connect. Her finger runs through the sticky mess we made. Goddamn, if she doesn’t stop exploring, I’m never going to have a soft dick again. Her curiosity might keep me in a state of perpetual hardness.

“That was fun,” she remarks breathlessly, a sassy smile in her tone.

Closing my eyes, I kiss her hard, needing the connection. I’ve come twice, and it doesn’t feel like enough, but we both need time to recover.

“Never before.” The words choke off in my throat.

“Sorry?”

“Never before has it felt like that.”

And I have a feeling it won’t ever again either.

20

Jude

In the dark of my bedroom, I run my fingers through Frankie’s hair.

She lies on my chest, her fingers tracing delicate patterns across my skin.

This feels like a dream I never dared to have. One I don’t want to wake up from. But I know when the lights turn on, when the morning comes, a new reality will begin.

I stare at her face, her parted lips and closed eyes, visible through the flashes of lightning out my window. The storm continues to pummel the town, the power remaining dark. With Frankie in my arms, I seem to have beaten the worst of my compulsion. I didn’t need to light any candles.

My breath leaves my lips with a muted sigh, and I carefully shift. My legs bump against her soft, smooth skin beneath the blankets.

“I feel spoiled.”

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