Page 73 of Wyatt

“What can I do, Wy?” she pants. “Show me how to make you feel good. I wanna make you feel good.”

She gasps when I give the rope a tug.

“How ’bout I show you how I’m gonna makeyoufeel good? I’m doin’ it already, ain’t I? The rope on your tits?”

“Jesus, your mouth is filthy.”

“Yes ma’am, it is.” Placing a hand on her chest, I slip it inside the V of her denim button-up shirt. “Tell me you’re gonna keep it busy.”

Because she’s smart as a fucking whip, Sally picks up what I’m laying down. “I’ll—yes, I…have some ideas.”

“So do I. Turns me on”—I thrust my hips—“to know youwant me as bad as I want you. And I want you bad, Sunshine.”

She squeezes my bulge. “I want you, Wy. I can’t—I haven’t stopped thinking about last night?—”

I growl and bite down on her neck, vampire-style. At the same time, I cup her breast, using my fingers to push down the rope so I can pinch her nipple through her bra. She yelps again, louder.

“You yell and get us caught?—”

“What are you gonna do?” She’s working her hand up and down my dick over my jeans now. “Maybe you need to keepmymouth busy, then.”

A shock wave of need rips through me as the fantasy takes shape. Me pushing Sally to her knees. Binding her hands behind her back. Grabbing her head and shoving my dick inside her mouth, pounding into her until I finish. She swallows my cum, all of it, and when I lean down to kiss her mouth she murmurs,I love the way you taste.

Would she really like me being so rough with her? Would I scare her?

Would I turn her on even more? And what would she say if she saw the tattoo on my thigh?

“Oh, sugar, I plan on it.” I thumb her nipple. It pebbles against the lace, tiny and perfect and achingly soft, and Sally’s breath catches. “Lemme show you how it’s done.”

Giving her nipple a pinch, I kiss her neck as I unbutton her shirt. I trail my fingertips over the bare skin of her belly, her stomach caving as she lets out a little moan.

“That’s it. Keep tellin’ me what you like.” I push my dick against her. “Feel how much that turns me on? Don’t stop.”

She moans again when I unbutton her jeans and pull down the fly. She’s panting now, hips rolling against my hard-on, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep the friction from making me lose my goddamn mind. ’Cause losing my mind would look an awful lot like mebending Sally over a nearby blanket bar and fucking her bare.

It’d look an awful lot like me telling her I want so much more than just sex.

I’m an animal. She’s an angel. I gotta stay in control.

She don’t make it easy. I slide my hand inside her jeans and find cotton panties, edged with lace. My heart skips a beat. These are similar to the ones she was wearing when we went skinny-dipping that day twelve years ago.

I wanted to get inside ’em then.

I can’t fucking believe I finally get to do it now. My fingers tremble as I press them against her pussy through the cotton. She’s hot. The fabric gets damp as I keep pressing, gently guiding her lips apart with my finger.

“Wyatt, oh my God,” she breathes, her shoulders falling back against my chest.

I scrape my fingertip against her clit through the fabric of her panties. “Your body don’t lie, huh? I turn you on.”

“Of course you—oh. Yes. More. Please.”

I slip a finger inside her panties, gritting my teeth when I feel nothing but smooth skin as I loop the fabric around my knuckle.

“What’s this?” I grunt. “You shave?”

“I did. I don’t usually, but I…thought it could be fun. I don’t know?—”

“Oh, Sunshine, you know.” I work my finger up and down, pulling the fabric taut so that it’s caught between her lips. My knuckle trails over her skin. My dick is in agony. “You fuckin’ know more than you let on.”

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