Page 53 of Fated Shot

Lowering my head to her ear, goosebumps are forming just at my breath, “I thought I told you to behave.”

She tilts her head away, exposing more of her neck to me. I take the invitation willingly as I suck at the sensitive spot below her ear. Her erratic breathing is a dead giveaway as I continue on my mission—make her as hot and bothered as I am. When I pull away, I spot the peaks of her nipples through her dress. The sight alone is enough to send the rest of my circulation straight to my dick. As a result, my brain struggles to stay on task.

Her dilated pupils are bouncing between my eyes, just waiting. God, she looks so beautiful. I’m supposed to be the one in control, but the way she’s looking up at me, like she’s mine for the taking, I just know she’s got me wrapped around her finger.

I move closer, sliding my knee between her legs until she’s barely standing on the ground, mostly supported between me and the wall. Claiming her mouth in mine again, like a firecracker, she comes alive, grinding into the pressure, hands frantically lacing into my hair, pulling me closer.

My dick aches as she unravels in front of me.

Fuck restraint.

“Is this what you wanted, Mia?” I bark at her between vengeful nips and sucking on her neck as she squeals beneath me. I drill her into the wall harder, biting her bottom lip and allowing my tongue to swirl around in her mouth.

“Mmm,” is all that escapes her. I’m rock hard and losing all sense of control.

With every circle of her hips, she’s growing louder. I’m painfully aware of our surroundings. We’re hidden from the street view, caught in the shadows, but all it would take is one busboy or dishwasher to open the back door to the kitchen and find us. I’m the only one who gets to see her like this, who gets to hear the sounds she makes. Only. Me.

“We’re going home.Now.” I demand, sliding my knee back, setting her back on the ground abruptly.

Her lip pouts as she lets out a frustrated sigh, arms crossing. “What if I don’t want to.”Oh, she wants to. She’s being a brat, and I fucking love it.

“You can’t play hard to get Wyndham when it’s me who makes you this wet,” I say, sliding my hand across her slick slit. Goddamn, it’s like she’s always ready for me. At my touch, her eyes shut. I give her what she wants, but just for a moment as she moans softly. The corner of my mouth quirks at her response.

“Those guys think they can have you? Let them. It’s my name you’re going to be screaming when you come on my dick.”

That seems to subdue her. Her newfound confidence retreats to make way for her usual reserved self, cheeks blushing. Thereshe is, my cute little Wyndham. I cup her face with one hand, dragging my thumb across her jaw.

“God, you don’t even know how crazy you make me.” Taking her hand, I lead her back to the street.

It’s a refreshing change of pace as we slide into the backseat of the cab. Hot and heavy is fucking exciting, but just being next to her is amazing too. Her leg is resting softly next to mine, and there’s no hesitation when I splay my palm out on her thigh. Is it always supposed to be like this? I’ve seriously been missing out on the whole relationship thing if so, but something tells me it’s just her.

We make our way into her apartment, the entryway piled high with boxes, and the entire space smelling like a bakery. I whisk her right to her bedroom, not wasting a second more.

“Dress off. Get on the bed.”

Expecting her usual hesitancy, I’m shocked to see her rotate away from me, her bare back on full display as she delicately drops one thin, green strap and then the other.

Fuck, this should not be this hot. I've seen a dozen girls strip in front of me, but nothing even comes remotely fucking close to this. I’m supposed to be the one in control, but I’m reduced to silence and awe, just watching her every movement. She glances over her shoulder to see my clearly gawking expression and smiles with lust in her eyes.

“Now you wanna listen, eh?”

She nods, awaiting my next instruction. I pounce forward, standing behind her to cup her tits in my hands. They’re fucking amazing. As I graze my calloused fingers over her pebbled nips, she pushes her ass into me, moving slowly. There’s no way she can’t feel me. I’m painfully hard already. I lower my hands to guide the rest of her dress down past her hips, letting it drop to the floor. We stay standing, just swaying as I take in every inch ofher, she’s absolute perfection, and I’ll be damned if I rush a second of this. I want this to last forever.

Suddenly, she turns to face me, meeting my eyes for a second before lowering herself down until she’s inches away from my tented suit pants. I just watch as one dainty hand starts to stroke me over the fabric. Closing my eyes, I lean into the satisfaction, momentarily lulled until I feel her tug down while my erection springs free.Holy shit.

Sitting pretty on her knees in front of me, big eyes staring up at me from the floor, face inches away from my dick, is an image I want to keep burned in my brain for the rest of my life. Is she about to… ?

“You—you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” she asks innocently, smiling up at me while her thumb rubs the tip of my cock, swiping the drop of pre-cum off.

“Do—” I’m silenced as she wraps her lips around me, sucking gently as she takes half of me in her mouth. “Oh, fuuucckk.”

I grab her hair, pulling it up into my fist as she starts working me in her warm mouth. In perfect sync, she starts sucking while swirling her tongue around my tip before returning to take me deeper. It’s a miracle I’m still standing upright.

How the fuck did she get so good at this? I hold back the burn of jealousy with a groan,shit, don’t think about that. Think about…

“Mmm,” I feel the vibration of her moan, whipping me back into the moment. She’s swirling her head now, working around the tip while she pumps the base of my shaft with her hand. God, she’s like a dick-sucking wizard. If this keeps up, I’m not going to last.

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