Page 38 of Wild Card

It’s been a long four months without her, and I was already on edge. My balls get tight as her ass grinds my jolting cock against my thigh.

I haven’t come in my pants since…ever.

This has never happened.

I’m probably going to have some chafing from the way the denim rubs against my exploding cock, but it’ll totally be worth it. It’s insane to recognize how long her orgasm goes on for. She’s still a shivering, jolting mess, whining into my mouth as I come back to reality.

My eyes pop open as she pulls back to breathe.

The way her chest rises and falls in rapid pants makes me feel like a fucking king.

I finally release her hair to flatten my hand on her back.

My instincts are on full alert.

She’s not allowed to run now that she got what she wanted.

There’s no way I wouldn’t pounce.

I really would trap her to the wall or the floor and fuck her like an animal with my teeth buried deep in her soft flesh.

Her gaze meets mine, and she moves a hand to cradle my jaw. “God, that was really good.”

I stretch my fingers, smirking. “It always is.”

She nods. “This room doesn’t seem big, normally, but my instincts hate it.”

It takes very little effort to twist enough that I can lie her down on the couch. The hard part is keeping my hand in her pussy while I crawl over her.

I’m barely situated before she wraps her legs around mine and her hands behind my neck.

The urge to kiss her is almost too strong.

I settle for nuzzling my nose to hers.

“This is better. Thank you.” She sighs a contented sound. “I don’t want to upset you, but I’m still not over everything…” Her brow wrinkles at the same time her nose twitches. “Did you come when I did?”

I snort.

For the first time in too many years to count, my face burns, like maybe I’m blushing.

“Ohmigod, you did,” she accuses, laughing.

“Yeah, kitten.” I bite her cheek without breaking the skin. “Four months felt like forever, when I was used to slipping inside you on the daily.” I pull back enough to stare into her hazel eyes as I say, “No one else. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Her eyes widen, but her face softens.

Our breath mingles with our faces only inches apart, and it feels more intimate than all the times I’ve been inside her.

That dickhead persona I had to strap on every day made it hard to let anyone in.

Even her.

She didn’t get to know the real me, because he didn’t exist when I was surrounded by the Barretts.

The pang that hits my chest takes my breath away.

I was really fucking unfair to her.

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