Page 142 of Inside the Wicked

Part of me is flushed with shyness at that, but the more dominant part is so close to orgasm I want him to keep praising me, telling me what he sees.

“I need to come,” I moan.

“Then come, baby.”

Rhett fucks me with three fingers for a little longer before he switches back to two, hooking them as if he knows of a secret button inside me. When his mouth joins, I’m done for. My leg barely supports me anymore as I lose myself to the most earth-shattering orgasm. It gushes out of me—I think literally. I don’t know what’s happening except that pleasure detonates from my core and seizes my entire body for a measure of time that could be hours for all I’m aware.

When I come back around, Rhett’s standing, still pumping his fingers, but slower as I ride out the last waves of my orgasm.His arm circles my waist, and he’s just as breathless as I am, resting his forehead on mine.

“That was fucking sexy as hell,” he says thickly.

I look down with him, and I’m shocked at the small puddle at my feet. Heat creeps up my neck and along my cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to— I didn’t know I could?—”

He cuts me off with a kiss. “I was hoping you would. How was it?”

I’m still fucking collecting the shattered pieces of me. “Mind-blowing.”

Rhett smiles triumphantly. “Good. Now turn around and brace your hands on the wall. I’m not finished with you yet.”

While my body is spent, my pussy clenches on air at the thought, and I turn eagerly.

“Bend lower and arch your back for me, baby,” he instructs. When I do, he kicks my feet to widen my stance. “Good girl. You look so fucking beautiful I could come just watching you like this.”

I tune in to every sound of his belt coming undone, his button, his zipper being pulled down. It builds on my anticipation to have his cock inside me.

He teases the length over my soaking core, leaning over my back to press a kiss to my shoulder.

“Keep those hands flat and your arms braced. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast here. Only so I can fuck you slow and savor the night in our own bed later.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“I love you.” He kisses my shoulder again as his hand slips over my throat, locking me to him. Then he plunges inside me, right to the base.

I cry out at the fullness, but he’s already moving. He’s true to his word, and the obscene sound of our skin slapping and the wetness of my pussy fills the space around us. Rhett’s groansnever fail to spur my pleasure more. Hearing how much he’s enjoying it gives me such power and triumph I want him to fuck me harder, faster, however he needs.

“I need you to come with me,” he grunts.

I push back as his fingers slip through the mess between my thighs and he circles my clit. I didn’t think I could reach another orgasm after the intensity of the one he gave me before, but I feel it gathering in my lower belly, and now I’m desperate for it.

“I’m so close, baby. Come—now,” he growls.

It’s like a fucking trigger, and after a few more sparks as he hits the right spot inside me and presses on my clit just right, I come apart. It’s not as explosive as the first orgasm, but I still shake, and tiredness sweeps me faster. Rhett comes with a loud groan, pulling me up with a hand around my neck so my back is bent against his front while his cock juts inside me, spending himself.

“How are you even fucking real?” he says, gathering his breath.

“Honestly, I’m not even sure right now,” I say in a lust-clouded daze.

Rhett chuckles breathily, slipping out of me, and I moan at the cold awareness without his heat.

While Rhett tucks himself away, I scoop up my underwear that will do little to help the wetness soaking my legs.

“Do you want to get a room here?” he asks, weighing up my predicament.

I shake my head. There’s no place I’d rather be than the warehouse apartment.

“The world might end tomorrow, so our bed will give us the best night’s rest.”

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