Page 37 of Wild Card

“Are you trying to entice the big guy in here to join us?” I ask. “Or are you hoping he’ll kill me, so you can be done with me once and for all? Just going off size alone…” A dark chuckle radiates from my lips, out around Bear’s office. “I don’t have high hopes your pussy will survive him. He’s a fucking beast.”

“He really is big,” she moans. “But so is your mouth. Remember the whole you’re hotter when you don’t talk thing?”

Using my hand in her hair, I pull her face to mine. “You’re so fucking lucky I love you. If I didn’t, I’d pull my hand free of your pussy and have you tossed over my lap before you could blink.”

Her entire body trembles, curling toward me. “Why does everyone assume I would be opposed to that?”

I crook my fingers, plunging in and out of her dripping core with more force.

“Is that what you’re missing, kitten?” I coil my hand in her hair even tighter and give her the bite of pain she seems to be asking for. “You want someone to completely take the choice out of your hands? To spoil you rotten and punish you when you’re being a brat?”

She nods as her teeth dig into her lower lip. Her cheeks are bright pink, and her chest heaves on every grind of her hips to meet my hand.

“I will gladly carry all your burdens for you,” I growl. “I’d fucking kill to watch your tits bounce as you ride my fingers.” Tilting her head to the side, I eye the spot I want to make mine.

It changes regularly.

If I was fucking her from behind, I’d be staring straight at the base of her neck.

It’s a personal favorite when I consider where I want my claim.

There’s something primal about biting her there like an animal as I mount and rut like a legitimate beast.

I’m not half as civilized as I pretend to be.

My baser instincts scream to toss her to the floor and fuck into her like an animal. Then I’ll bite her ass so deep, she can never truly escape me.

She can work on forgiving me once I know she’ll never get away.

Fuck.

I’m on the verge of turning rabid.

“Thorne,” she chokes out, bouncing up and down on her knees instead of grinding.

Oh yeah, she’s close.

Based on the way her inner walls quiver and slick spills down my hand, she might even be there now.

I shove my palm against her clit with firmer pressure and rake my fingers against her G-spot.

The scent of her arousal is all my instincts can focus on, and her begging moans don’t help me stay clear in the least.

My jeans are going to have a wet spot from all the pre-cum I’ve dribbled feeling her dry fuck me.

Too many goddamn layers of clothing.

If I really tried, I could have her leggings and my jeans out of the way in three seconds flat. I’d probably come within five strokes, but embarrassing myself might be worth it.

Her mouth falls open as her eyes get even glassier, and incoherent begging spills from her lips.

The way her cunt locks down on my fingers takes my breath away. She fights my hold in her hair, shoving her mouth to mine.

I wasn’t going to kiss her without asking, but since she initiated…

I growl as our tongues clash.

Feeling her sob against my lips and the way her core wrings my fingers sends me over the edge.

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