Page 113 of Luna: Posy 2

"Okay, cutie?" he snickered.

"More," I begged. "Please. Wyatt,please."

He grinned and pushed himself all the way in, and I moaned. Grabbing my hands, he held them above my head and threaded our fingers together, then began to rock his hips.

The whole time he slid in and out of me, he whispered in my ear. Most of the words flew by me like butterfly wings, but I caught a few.

"I liked watching your titties bounce while Mase drilled you from behind."

Titties? Drilled?

"Your pussy is so tight. So warm and wet and tight."

Pussy? What does a cat have to do with anything?

"Wyatt?" I whimpered.

"Take it, baby. Take it like a good girl."

His tongue should be illegal, too.

A tidal wave was cresting and would drown me any second. The intense need and want for release overwhelmed me, and hot tears slid from the corners of my eyes into my hair. I whined his name again as my toes curled.

"You want to come, little baby?"

"Yes! Yes, Wyatt!"

If I thought he was going fast and hard and deep before, it was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He sucked hard on my mate mark, and lightning scorched through every vein until it hit my core right where we were connected. At the same time, he gathered both my wrists in one hand and moved the other to find my overly stimulated nub.

Two strokes of his fingers later, the wave broke over me and stars burst behind my eyes.

"That's it, cutie,” he gasped. "Squeeze that tight pussy around me. Milk me dry of every last drop."

I blanked out for a while after that, surfing the endless swells of euphoria under his heavy weight. I could hear my mates talking as if from a distant shore.

"For Goddess' sake," Mason grouched, "did youhaveto talk dirty to her? You shouldn't have said pussy. Or titties. Or, well,anyof it."

"Ha ha ha! Did listening get you hard again, brother?"

"I think hard is going to be the default state for all of us for a while," Jayden chuckled.

Wyatt laughed, too, and finally released my hands.

"It's not likeshe'sgoing to say those kinds of words, are you, cutie? You're too pure and proper to talk like that." He nudged my nose with his. "You liked it, though, didn't you?"

Suddenly shy, I squeaked and buried my face in my hands, which made him chuckle.

"Get off." Mason shoved his shoulder. "You're squishing her."

Snorting, Wyatt rolled over and pulled me with him. His arms stayed locked around my waist as he settled my legs between his raised knees.

Suddenly exhausted, I laid the side of my face against his chest and closed my eyes. My overused muscles quivered and stung, and my limbs turned boneless and weak.

"Posy?" he whispered.

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

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