Page 93 of Wicked Nasty

For a moment, we're both still basking in the feeling of our connection. Then Danny begins to move, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I can't help the soft moans that escape my lips.

"God, you feel so fucking good, Becs. Can you be a good girl for me? Everybody is right downstairs.”

I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans as Danny's thrusts become more insistent. The thought of everyone just downstairs, potentially hearing us, sends a thrill of excitement through me. I nod, not trusting my voice.

Danny's hand slides up my body, cupping my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual sensation of his cock pumping into me and his skilled fingers teasing my sensitive flesh is almost too much to bear. I grab the sheets, twisting them in my fists as I fight to stay quiet.

"That's it, baby," Danny whispers, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his own volume down. "Take it all. You're doing so good."

His praise sends a shiver down my spine, and I clench around him involuntarily. Danny groans softly, his hips stuttering for a moment before resuming their relentless pace. His hand trails down my body, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves once more. He circles it slowly, teasingly, in time with his thrusts.

I'm trembling now, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Every movement of Danny's hips, every brush of his fingers, pushes me closer to the brink. I turn my head, seeking his lips once more. He kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans as the pressure builds within me.

"Come for me, Becs," Danny murmurs against my lips. "Be a goodfuckinggirl and come for me.”

His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust and a firm press of his fingers, send me spiraling over the edge. My body tenses, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I struggle to keep quiet. Danny holds me tightly, his hips still moving as he works me through my orgasm.

Danny's thrusts become more erratic as my inner walls pulse around him. I can feel him trembling with the effort of holding back, his breath coming in short, hot pants against my neck.

"Fuck, Becs," he groans softly. "You're so tight. I'm gonna—"

His words cut off as he buries his face in my hair, muffling his groan of release. I feel the warmth of his climax spreading inside me as his hips stutter and then still. For a long moment, we lie there, hearts racing, bodies intertwined.

Slowly, Danny's grip on me loosens, and he presses a tender kiss on my shoulder. "Good morning," he murmurs, a smile evident in his voice.

I can't help but laugh softly. "Good morning indeed," I reply, turning in his arms to face him.

His green eyes sparkle with mischief and satisfaction as he gazes at me, a lazy smile playing on his lips. I reach up to trace the stubble along his jawline, reveling in the scratchy texture against my fingertips.

"We should probably get up," I whisper, though I make no move to leave his embrace. "Everyone will be wondering where we are."

Danny chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Let them wonder," he says, pulling me closer. "I'm not done with you yet."

His lips find mine again, and I melt into the kiss, all thoughts of getting up flying out the window. His hand slides down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me flush against him. I can feel him hardening again, and a thrill of excitement runs through me.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door startles us apart.

"Morning, you two! Breakfast will be done soon!” Lousie’s sweet voice sounds through the door.

I freeze, my eyes widening as I meet Danny's startled gaze. We hold our breath, not daring to move a muscle.

"Be down in 10 minutes, okay? Don't want the pancakes to get cold!" his mom calls cheerfully through the door.

"Okay, Mom! We'll be right there!" Danny manages to reply, his voice impressively steady despite our compromising position.

We listen intently as her footsteps fade down the hallway. Once we're sure she's gone, we both exhale in relief, then dissolve into quiet laughter.

"That was close," I whisper, burying my face in Danny's chest to muffle my giggles.

He runs a hand through his tousled hair, grinning sheepishly. "Maybe a little too close. We should probably get dressed."

As we get out of bed, I can't help but admire Danny's muscular form. He catches me staring and winks playfully, causing a blush to creep up my cheeks. We dress quickly, stealing glances and sharing secret smiles as we go.

Before we head downstairs, Danny pulls me close for one last kiss. It's tender and sweet, a stark contrast to our passionate encounter just moments ago. "I love you, butterfly," he murmurs against my lips.

"I love you too," I reply, my heart swelling with emotion.

Hand in hand, we make our way down to the kitchen. The aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes fills the air, making my stomach growl. Louise greets us with a warm smile as we enter.

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