Page 17 of Wild Bred

“You like it,” she whispers.

“I like you.”

“I like you, too.” Her eyes shine at me. “A lot.”

I kiss her until her lips are swollen, and then I start to move down her body. I kiss her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. When I reach the curve of her breasts, she reaches down for the hem of her top and pulls it up over her head, then unhooks her bra. I’m already hard, but the sight of her rosy nipples makes me painfully rigid.

I lick her tits, savoring the pleasured sound that escapes from her lips. Then I continue to work my way down, pressing kisses over her soft belly. The next thing in the way is a pair of thigh-hugging shorts, but with a few rough tugs, I easily get those down off her gorgeously full hips.

The sleeping bag rustles softly as she removes the last thing she’s wearing, a pair of seashell-pink cotton panties with a tiny bow in the front. Before she can throw them aside, I grab the panties from her and stuff them in my pocket.

“Mine now.”

She smirks at me. “What, are you going to use them to jerk off?”

“That’s my business.”

She kicks me, but I can tell she’s turned on by it. She drags her teeth over her lips, her eyes following my hand as it slides between her legs.

My fingertips meet her wetness, and she inhales a sharp gasp. I rub her slowly, circling my fingers over her clit, focused entirely on her pleasure.

“How does this feel so good?” she asks breathlessly.

The sound of her wetness fills my ears, teasing my cock. The thought of pushing myself into her tight virgin cunt is almost too much to bear. I clench my jaw as I continue to touch her, my fingers coated in her juices.

“Oh, God,” Mackenna moans, her swollen lips parted with disbelief. Needing to see her, I push open her thighs with my free hand. Her pussy is even prettier than I imagined it to be.

Something hot sears through me, filling my chest with an unforeseen desire. I want to see her fertile pussy filled with my cum. I want to see it dripping out of her pulsing slit. With a groan, I rub her harder, faster, making her cry out with heightened pleasure. Seconds later, she comes, clasping her thighs together around my hand.

I’m breathing just as hard as her as she comes down the other side. As her body relaxes, I move up and kiss her. She laughs and smiles at me, running her hands up my chest.

“Hi,” she says sweetly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.”

“Good.” I stroke her cheek. “Now we know something you like.”

“Mm-hmm,” she says, her apple cheeks glowing. “What do you like, Reid?”

I think of the obscene desire that just seared through me. There’s no way I can tell her about it. Hell, I’m still processing it myself.

“I like making you feel good,” I say. It’s the truth. Just not the entire story.

“Yeah, but what about you? What makes you feel as good as I do right now?”

It’s tempting to guide her hand down to my cock. I could show her how to stroke it, how to make me explode.

But then I notice the goosebumps on her arms.

“Forget that for now,” I say, frowning as I rub my hands over her bare skin. “You’re cold.”

“I mean, I am naked in a house with no walls or heat,” she says, laughing.

I reach out to grab her clothes and help her put them back on. When she’s dressed, I pull her close to me, and the two of us cuddle up together on the sleeping bag.

“You have a skylight,” she says, peering at the unfinished ceiling above us. “Is that new?”

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