Page 98 of Wanted

“Are you still sore?”

I shake my head and rub my lips against his neck. The stubble pricks against the sensitive skin. “I’m getting used to you.”

The intrusion of his finger has my thighs parting wider in accommodation. My back arches as pleasure sparks nerve endings to life.

“I want you on my cock, Frankie,” he says, his voice gruff as his finger slowly fucks into me.

“I want that too.”

Jude grips the back of my head, kissing me until we’re both breathless. “Wrap your hand around me.”

Between us, his thick erection lies against his stomach, hard and ready. With a tentative grip, I slide him into my palm.

“Tighter. That’s a good girl,” he moans as I follow his direction.

For a moment, I stroke him. I feel the way his skin moves over the unyielding shaft. The warmth and weight of him in my palm. I soak in his guttural groan, and the power suffuses me as I twist my hand around the head and stroke back down.

“Whenever you’re ready, slide yourself over me.”

Jude tips his head back and closes his eyes, pleasure etched across his face. A flick of my wrist has him bucking into my fist, his hands flying to my hips. “Fuck. That’s so fucking hot.”

Wetness leaks between my thighs, and my nipples pebble in the cool air.

“Put me in you, Frankie.”

“I’m not ready yet.” Each stroke is my education, an exploration of the sounds I can wring from his parted lips. He pants as a flush colors his cheeks red.

“Frankie, please.”

His hoarse plea send a quiver to my pussy. He clenches my hips so tight, each finger might leave its own bruise.

“I’m begging, baby. Put. Me. In. You.”

“Oh, all right.”

I rise on my knees over him and slide his tip against my soaked entrance. My pulse jumps into my throat as I begin to slide down.

“Ah!” I whine, the first inch stretching me in a way I’m not used to.

“Easy, baby.”

The endearment startles me down another inch. “Oh my god.”

“You can take me. Just a little more,” he coaxes. For some reason, it felt much easier when he drove into me. Now that I’m in control, I want to feel him slowly sink inside.

Our groans fill the room when I’m seated fully on his cock.

He releases me then, only to use his finger to tip my chin and plant a soft kiss on my lips. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

“What—what do I do now? Do I move?”

“Hold on a sec. Just sit.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I just want you to sit right there.”

A shudder races through me, and Jude flexes his hips in response.

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