Page 37 of Wicked Pursuit

I don’t hesitate. I spread my legs wide enough that my hips ache. My pussy throbs in time with my racing heart, and my desire feels heavy in a way I can barely stand. His mouth. I’m finally going to get his mouth.

He moves away from the bed, his boots making soft sounds on the carpet. The slide of cloth reaches my ears, and I freeze. He’s stripping. For the first time, I’m going to have his entire body against mine. No clothes between us. No mask. No gloves.

I reach up for my blindfold, but his harsh voice stops me. “You take that blindfold off, and I’m going to forget about being careful with you, baby. Choose wisely.”

My fingers brush the blindfold, but as intoxicating as I find the idea of him doing exactly that, I don’t want it for the first time it’s truly just us, no one else around who’ll intrude. So I put my hands on the bed and fist the sheets. A reminder to obey.

“Thought so.” His voice is closer. I can’t hear his footsteps any longer, not over the rushing in my ears. There’s no telling how close or far he is.

Then rough hands find my thighs. The grip is painful enough that it surprises a yip out of me. I don’t get a chance to decide if I want to protest for real or not. His mouth finds my pussy, and then there isn’t a single thought in my head beyondmore.

Hedevoursme.

It’s as if he wants to imprint himself on every inch of my pussy. He licks and sucks at my folds, delves his tongue deep inside me, moves up to kiss my clit as if he can go for hours.

I, on the other hand, am a keg of dynamite about to explode.

“Wolf!”

He responds to my desperate cry by shoving two fingers into me as he works my clit. I barely have time to process the intrusion before his pinky presses against my ass. I tense, but he goes slow there, only intruding to his first knuckle.

It’s still almost too much. All I can think about is how much bigger his cock is. It scares me and excites me, andoh fuck, I’m coming.

My back bows, and I reach for him without thinking. He grabs my wrists with one hand and pins them to my stomach, all without stopping what he’s doing to my pussy. It only makes it hotter.

I come again. Or maybe it’s an extension of the first one. I’m not sure. All I know is that I need more. “Wolf, please. Fuck me.”

“Already pressing me,” he says against my clit. “Impatient.”

Yes. Always. “Let me ride your cock. Please.”

He sucks hard on my clit, but then he eases back. “Better ride it good. Can’t have you disappointing me.” He loops an arm around my waist, and for one disorientating moment, I’m spinning. Then I come down straddling his waist.

I was right. He’s naked.

I start to press forward, intending to feel as much of him against as much of me as possible, but he again catches my arms. This time, he guides them behind my back. “Clasp your forearms.”

The new position leaves me helpless once again. Especially when he grabs my hips and guides me to the broad head of his cock. “Now, baby. Make me proud.”

Even with the recent orgasm, I have to fight my way down his cock. It reminds me of... But no, I’m not thinking of Luke right now. He might have had a monster cock, but that just means I know how to take one.

One step at a time.

One sliding inch after another.

I work myself down Wolf’s length in slow strokes. With my arms behind my back, he’s got to have an excellent view. I wish I had it too. Ineedit.

It seems to take a long time, but eventually I sink the last inch and seal us together. Wolf mutters something in a language that sounds like Russian, but I’m too far gone to question it.

I grind mindlessly on him. It’s not enough. “I need my arms.”

“Fine.”

I release my forearms and grip his shoulders. It’s tempting to lean forward again, to rub myself on his chest, but it’s clear he won’t allow it. I’ll figure out why later. Right now, I’m too busy fucking him.

“My perfect little slut.” He tightens his grip on my hips, lifts me, and slams me back down onto him. “Always so eager to ride any willing cock that will have you.”

I gasp, but his coarse words only make the pleasure coil tighter inside me. “Yes.”

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