Page 42 of Forever Wild

Ican’t believe I’m about to get fucked by Colt Wild.

A wild Wild.

The man of my unspoken fantasies, the guy who’s starred in more than one late-night sex dream.

Not that I’d ever admit it.

But this is turning out to be the best damn night of my entire life, swear to goodness.

He levers me up, clutching me in his strong arms and I’m lightheaded, fuzzy—and it’s not from Pinot Noir. Colt smells woodsy and clean and I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more than I do right now. His dark hair glistens in the moonlight, the veins on his neck cording as he holds me up. He’s not even straining; it’s as if I’m zero-gravity or something, the dude’s so strong.

Hot as fuck.

I slip my tongue in between his lips, tasting him. Slightly salty, a hint of beer on his warm breath. He deepens the kiss and I’m floating, lost in all things Colt Wild. I vaguely wonder if he does sex scene stunting, but push that thought quickly from my mind. I need to focus on the here-and-now and not worry about the past or the future. We can sort all that out later. The onlything that matters right now is me and Colt and the things we can do to each other’s bodies.

Rubbing against the ridges of his abs, I seek friction. I was close before and I feel my release slipping away. With Jett, that meant I would go to bed dissatisfied. I’m not super worried about the same thing happening with Colt, but all things being equal, I’d rather come than not.

“Greedy girl,” he teases, nipping my lip between his teeth. “Grinding your hot pussy on me.”

I blush.

“Hey, don’t worry.” He strokes my cheek with his rough thumb, his eyes dark with lust. “I like it. It’s sexy.”

Saving me from speaking, he crushes my mouth with his. His dick throbs at my entrance, proving his point.

“I’m ready.” I whisper the words, a little uncertain of myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone new—and never with someone as gorgeous as Colt.

Colt doesn’t say anything. Instead, he sinks into me, filling me all the way up.

And it’s so. Fucking. Good.

No—great.

Magnificent, wonderful, stupendous.

“You like that?” he asks, driving deeper into me.

I nod as he thrusts, my body bouncing up and down on his thick shaft.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, riding my cock like this.” He squeezes my ass, ripples of pleasure washing over me.

I may be in heaven right now.

“Colt—” I moan his name, my voice strangled as the first wave of orgasm builds. Hot, tingly pressure unfurls in my belly as I move my hips against him, seeking more. More pressure, more contact, more Colt.

“That’s a good girl, taking everything I have to give.” His eyes lock onto mine and something passes between us in this moment. Something special, something different I’ve never felt with anyone before.

I unravel as he drives into me, harder and harder, pushing me straight over the edge into unfettered bliss. All my muscles contract, then relax as I crest, screaming.

He grips me tighter and chases his release, pummeling into me, every muscle in his body flexing with the effort.

“Fuck—” he hisses, pulsing inside me. I squeeze around him, milking his cock as he shoots a hot spray of cum. “Fuck, that was good.”

Smashing his lips to mine, he sighs into my mouth. Our tongues slide over each other, both of us panting and out of breath.

Eventually, he pulls away and I unwind my legs from his waist. He sets me down gently, cupping my face with his large hand.

“That was fucking amazing.” He gazes at me, his pupils still dark and wide, his thumb tracing over my cheek.

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