Page 14 of A Wilde Christmas

But, God, he felt so fucking good.

Luka made a disgruntled sound from the doorway behind them and slinked back to the living room.

“Sorry, buddy. You’re not invited.” Davey shoved the door shut and dropped to his knees in front of her, dragging her leggings and panties down. He stroked his fingers between her legs. “Fucking hell, Ro. Your pussy is so wet.”

She leaned back against the door and hooked a leg over his shoulder. “Stop talking and start licking.”

“You’re such a bossy bitch.” He cupped her ass, and he yanked her to him, pressing his mouth to her sex. “But you taste so fucking good.”

She cried out when the first flick of his tongue against her clit sent arrows of pleasure throughout her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him against her, rocking her hips, riding his mouth until her head started to buzz.

“More,” she demanded, not sure what she was asking for.

More of his lips, his tongue, his fingers.

More of him.

All of him.

He growled against her clit, and the sound rumbled through her, turning her inside out. His fingers dug into her ass, holding her in place as he licked and sucked, his tongue whipping against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her orgasm built to a fevered pitch, her body tensing, her skin tingling...

But then he stopped and pulled away.

She thought she might kill him. “Wilde!”

He straightened and lifted her into his arms, carrying her the few steps to his bed and dumping her on the mattress. “If you want to come, you do it on my cock.”

“I hate you,” she muttered even as she hungrily watched him kick off his jeans, revealing his thick length. He grabbed a condom out of his nightstand and rolled it on, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Yeah, you hate me.” He climbed over her and braced his hands on either side of her head. “But you love my cock. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you always come back for more.”

“Yes,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from his piercing blue eyes. “I love your cock.”

He rubbed his tip against her clit, and her entire body clenched in anticipation. “You’re so fucking wet, dripping for me, begging for me to fuck you.”

“Yes.” She rocked against him, desperate for him to fill the empty ache inside her. “Please.”

With one powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.

A low moan escaped her lips, a desperate plea for more.

But just as quickly as he had filled her, he withdrew, leaving her feeling hollow with an almost painful emptiness. She whimpered in protest, and it pissed her off that he could make her utter such pathetic, mewling sounds. She clawed at his back, punishing him, but he relished it. He pounded into her again, his hips slapping against hers. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with his grunts and her moans.

He hooked an arm under her knee and pulled her leg up to his chest, exposing her pussy to his gaze and his cock. “Look at you taking me. Sucking me in. You want all of me, you greedy thing.”

“Yes.” She rocked her hips up to meet his every thrust, desperate for more contact. “Give me everything you got before I get bored.”

He fucked her, giving her exactly what she wanted, just as she knew he would. And, finally, she came. Hard. Screaming his name, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm. He continued pounding into her as her muscles clenched and spasmed. It went on and on until she was certain she’d pass out from the pleasure.

She didn’t pass out.

And he didn’t stop.

“You’re going to come again.” His voice was a gravelly growl. “I can feel it.”

“You wish. I’m too tired.”

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