Page 46 of Wicked Scandal

Before I know it, I’m in too deep and I can’t get out. I turn to face him, our noses brushing as I inhale his exhale.

Wilder puts a hand on my cheek and guides my mouth slowly to his, but he pauses just before our lips touch.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”

I suck in a breath, no words can escape me. I want this more than I want to breathe. I want him more than I want to do the right thing. I’ve always done what was expected of me. I always obey. But this time, Wilder is making it my choice.

I know if I told him to stop he would. It would hurt us both, but he would. Which is why I lean in, our foreheads touching as I whisper, “Don’t stop.”

Our mouths crush together in an instant, the band of tension that had pulled so tightly between us finally snapping. At first, my lips stay sealed because I have never been kissed like this before, then Wilder drags his tongue across my bottom lip and I part them slightly, granting him entry.

His heavy breaths flow into me and I swallow them down. The next thing I know, his hand is on the back of my head, fingers dragging through my hair as he pulls me closer.

No kiss has ever made me feel dizzy with desire. No person has ever made me this terrified and yet safe at the same time. So much so that my body is literally shaking. My heart skips beats. So many beats. My God, he tastes so damn good.

I never knew how bad I wanted Wilder until this moment. I’ve always found him attractive and I’ve felt this pull toward him since the start of the school year, but anytime I started to think of Wilder as anything but my student, I shut my thoughts down. Except, over this last week, something has blossomed between us. Now, more than ever, I want him. I want him so fucking bad.

Wilder begins to explore my body with his free hand and I yearn to do the same. Moving my fingers down his strong arms that make me feel safe, I find his waist. My hand slides slowly up his shirt, fingers trailing over the rigid cords of his abs. At the same time his hand slips under my shirt on my back and he pulls us closer with a firm palm.

Our lips move together in perfect unison, building in intensity with each passing second. A spark ignites in my gut and I tug him closer, feeling the growing bulge in his shorts pressed against my core as I moan into his mouth. The sound stirs something in him, making him near frantic.

I’m starving for the touch of a man whose hands don’t hurt me, and Wilder delivers like his life depends on it.

Something comes over me—a rush of adrenaline, a ball of white-hot fire in the pit of my stomach. Feeling freer than I’ve ever been, I go for what I want.

And what I want is him.

Sliding my hand down his shorts, I feel his body tremble beneath my touch. As if he wasn’t expecting me to be so forward. Tingles shoot through my body when I find his hard cock waiting for me. My fingers wrap around the shallow end and I glide my hand up and down slowly.

Wilder shifts slightly, giving me room to work. Lustful eyes peer down at me and his nostrils flare. “W-we don’t have to…”

The fact that he’s even saying that speaks volumes to his character. He’s one of the good ones. And just for tonight, he’s all mine.

I lick my lips, hungry for more of him. “I want to.” My words offer reassurance, not only for Wilder, but for myself. And when he gives me that panty-melting smile, I can’t help but take it up a notch, twisting my hand slightly as I stroke him. His eyes drift closed in ecstasy and I get to witness this perfect god of a man—that so many women want—give himself over to me.

I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

I stroke faster, my body aching for his release just as much as it aches for my own.

Wilder’s mouth meets mine again, this time with renewed tenacity. We deepen the kiss, our teeth clanking as I slide my hand up and down his smooth, engorged cock, feeling the veins bulge against his soft skin. He’s bigger than I imagined—much bigger than Troy or any of the guys I’ve been with in the past. He’s got at least a good two inches on Troy and his girth is double in size.

I’ve always heard assholes have smaller dicks and they treat people poorly to boost their own self-esteem. It’s the nice ones that are supposed to be well-endowed. I’ve never touched a guy who isn’t a total jackass, but I am quickly starting to believe in that theory.

Wilder moans subtly just before his hand trails featherlike touches down my side. He keeps going until he’s at the bottom of my shorts, then balls his hand in a fist to rub his knuckles over my center. I push into it, wanting every bit of what he will give me. When he retreats I gasp with need before he begins to unbutton my shorts. The second he has the zipper down, I part my legs instinctively, already feeling the wetness of my want for him between my thighs.

“Mmm, Mrs. J,” he mutters into my mouth as his lips curve into a grin. “You’re so wet, baby.”

The way he calls me Mrs. J makes my insides stir with excitement. I love it when he calls me Cat—I didn’t think I would, but I do—but Mrs. J sounds so sexy rolling off his tongue.

I spread my legs farther, giving him as much room as I can being wedged on this couch. We could move. We should move. But I don’t want to ruin the moment, and I need him right now.

His long fingers stroke me, going back and forth between circling my entrance and my clit. It drives me wild as I continue to give him everything he’s giving me. My mouth waters, wanting to take it further, but knowing there is no room. I want to see his massive cock and lick it until he is panting as hard as I am while he toys with me.

Finally, Wilder gives me what I need, two fingers pressing into me slowly as his tongue dances with mine. It’s intimate and sexy and has me soaking his fingers. I can feel him grin against my lips, clearly approving. But I’m not prepared when Wilder curls his fingers at just the right angle while pressing the pad of his thumb against my clit. Bursts of electricity shoot through me as I arch my back and slowly lift my hips up and down, my body begging for more.

I push into him, desperate to feel him deeper. When he goes as far as he can, nearly knuckle deep, I cry out in pleasure as those fingers twist inside me.

“That feel good, baby?” he whispers as he kisses his way down my neck, sucking on the thin skin above my collarbone.

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