Page 43 of Light My Fire

He thrusts a little faster. “It means that he definitely couldn’t take care of you the way I can.”

The cockiness in his voice and the way he’s watching my face as he finger fucks me is hot. I feel my orgasm pulling tighter and tighter.

“Wyatt,” I moan.

“Come for me, Brooke. Give me this first one. I need this pussy well prepped before I’m the first cock to sink into this sweet heat.”

“Oh god,” I moan again, arching my neck.

Then he does something that feels like he’s stroking deeper and more firmly, and it’s like he hits a certain spot. My orgasm hits all at once, and I feel my muscles clench around him as I cry out.

“Wyatt!”

“That’s it,” he praises. “Oh yes, that’s beautiful.”

He keeps his fingers moving as my orgasm washes through me and starts to fade slowly. His rhythm slows, and he lowers his head for a long, deep kiss as he slides his fingers free.

Then he starts kissing down my neck. “You are a dream. So fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Let’s do that again.”

“Ag—”

But he’s sliding down my body, between my thighs, and kissing my belly, then my mound, then my clit. The hot, electric shock that shoots through me as his mouth touches me makes me gasp his name.

He looks up at me. “Yes, again.”

CHAPTER 10

Brooke

“But—”I start.

Wyatt parts my thighs and settles between them. He lifts his fingers, that were just in my pussy, to his lips and slides them into his mouth. He sucks on them, watching me.

My pussy tingles.

“Do you have a question, Brooke?” he asks.

“Um…” Do I? I prop up on my elbows. “Can you takeyourclothes off?” I’d really like to see him naked.

He grins and sits up slightly, pulling off his shirt.

God, that is a gorgeous sight. He’s all tan skin, etched muscle, and ink. I want to study the tattoos on both upper arms and shoulders. He’s just beautiful and I want to feel all of that against all of me.

“More,” I say.

He shakes his head. “Not until I’m ready to fuck you.”

I frown. “But we’re doing that, right? Tonight? Soon?”

“Damn, I love you greedy,” he says, settling back between my thighs. “We are doing that tonight, yes. But how long you have to wait depends on how quickly you come on my tongue.”

“Come on yourtongue?” I ask.

His grin is full andsoarrogant. “Yes, Brooke. On. My. Tongue.” His brow furrows slightly. “Don’t you read romance novels? Or watch porn or anything?”

My mouth drops open, but then I tell him honestly, “I study a lot. Vet school isn’t easy. And I volunteer. And I work a little when I can. And I?—”

“Okay, shhh,” he tells me, kissing up my inner thigh. “I get it. No judgment. I’m so fucking thrilled to introduce you to this.”

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