Page 83 of Jilted

Wilder smiled. “I’ll take that as a pet name.”

I tried to roll my eyes but apparently that took too much energy. Even my eyeballs were sated. “I can’t feel my arms and legs,” I said.

“That’s okay. The only thing I want you to feel is my cock.”

I managed to lift my head and look down. “That thing is scary.”

Wilder leaned in and kissed me. “You didn’t seem too afraid of it when you were on your knees.”

“Ignorance is bliss. That was before I knew the true size of it. It actually choked me—that wasn’t for your benefit.”

He smiled and trailed a finger over my neck. “You are incredible.”

I flashed what was probably a goofy smile. “You’re pretty good at what you just did, too.”

“I’m glad you think so, because I plan to spend lots of time doing it.”

My arms and legs felt like jelly, but when Wilder kissed his way to my ear and started to tell me all the other things he planned to do to me tonight, I suddenly got a second wind. The dirtier his words became, the more desperate I grew to have him inside me. Though Wilder still seemed firmly in control. So I decided to rattle him with a taste of his own dirty-talk medicine.

“I’ve never done that—had someone go down on me while I sucked their dick.”

Wilder’s eyes darkened. “But you want to?”

I nodded. “I can’t wait to try it with you.”

“What else haven’t you done?”

“I don’t know. Lots of things. My ex wasn’t the adventurous type.”

“Thank fuck. I already knew he was a moron.”

I smiled and scraped my fingernail over Wilder’s broad shoulder. “I want to try new things with you.”

Wilder reached between us and fisted his cock. He slid his thick head through my wetness but kept going until he reached my ass, then circled my tight hole. “How about here? Would this be new?”

I nodded.

Wilder grumbled a few curses before looking up and thanking God. But I didn’t want to talk anymore, so I took the flesh of his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged.

He hissed. “I may never let you go back to New York.”

“Stop talking and kiss me.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

Wilder pressed his lips to mine. It didn’t take long for things to grow heated, and soon we were both panting again. He pulled back and kept our gazes locked as he pushed inside me.

“Jesus Christ.” He swallowed. “You’re so tight and wet.”

His body shook as he moved in and out slowly, each time pushing a little deeper. It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and I’d never been with one his size, so my body needed to go slow, though the tension in Wilder’s jaw told me it wasn’t easy. Once I was fully ready, he took my hands and weaved our fingers together, pulling them up and over my head.

His eyes jumped back and forth between mine. “You are so damn beautiful. And I am crazy about you, sweetheart.”

I felt my eyes fill with tears. Wilder never took his gaze from mine as he moved faster, in and out rhythmically. Soft thrusts grew hard, and gliding grew to rooting deep into my body. The only thing that stayed the same was the way he looked at me. It made me feel so vulnerable, yet somehow safe.

Everything else disappeared, except for our connection—mind, body, and soul. The moment was so powerful, I gave in to it, letting myself be lost in this man. When I began to come undone, Wildersmashed his lips to mine, taking my breath away. “Oh God…” My body started to throb on its own, and my eyes closed. “I’m gonna…”

He pulled back. “Open, sweetheart. I want to watch you give it to me.”

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