Page 111 of Sweet Escape
“Wilder,” she moans. “I’m gonna come.”
“That’s it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.”
Her body convulses, and she gushes around me as she comes undone. She stops moving, and I take the opportunity to fuck up into her, prolonging her release.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Beautiful.” Thrust.
We both still, chests heaving, then she leans forward and takes my mouth in a delicious kiss. Breathless, she sits back and starts to move again, my cock still buried to the hilt. She rides me slowly, languidly, building my release all over again.
Her motions speed up, and she digs her palms into my chest, letting me take over from below. “Be a good boy and come for me, Cowboy,” she says, her voice strained. Her face is perfectly flushed, tears gathering along her lashes, and I know she’s about to fall apart all over again.
“Together. Let’s do it together.”
She screams out her release with my name on her lips, dragging me over the edge with her as I fill her with my cum. I let out a satisfied moan as our combined releases leak down my shaft. It’s filthy and erotic and the single hottest experience of my life.
“Climb up here and give me a taste,” I say.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “Say please,” she whines.
Fuck. Who is this woman?
“Come on, Pretty Girl. Sit on my face.”
“Since you asked so nicely…” She crawls to the top of the bed and unties my hands, providing me with the sweet relief I’ve been waiting for. I don’t waste a single moment fisting her hair and dragging her lips over mine.
“You’re incredible,” I growl. “Now sit on my fucking face.”I slap her ass, no doubt leaving behind a palm print.
With my hands free, I help her position herself exactly where I want her, with her swollen pussy above my lips. She’s absolutely soaked in a combination of her release and mine; I should probably be disgusted, but I’m not—I’m starving. I swipe my tongue from her entrance all the way to her clit, and she sighs.
She’s still hovering above me, and that’s not gonna work for me. “Grab onto the headboard and sit.”
“I’ll suffocate you.”
“Good. I want to drown in you.”
I snake my arms under her thighs and tug her down against my face. I suck her clit into my mouth, goose bumps erupting along her skin. The taste of us on my tongue, combined with her moaning and writhing above me, has me hardening again, but it’s not about me this time.
I dip down to her opening, plunging my tongue inside her tight heat. She’s fucking drenching my face, and I can’t get enough of her. She rocks against me, my beard rubbing against the inside of her thighs, leaving behind a mark that’ll remind her of this moment for days to come. I scrape my teeth over her clit, and she whimpers, one hand threading through my hair to hold me right where she wants me.
“Come for me, Liv. Soak my beard.”
I lay one stinging slap on her ass cheek, not letting up for a second as I eat her like a man starved. She cries out, and it only takes a few more rough strokes of my tongue until she’s falling apart above me, her thighs clamping down on my head as she trembles from the force of her release.
“So beautiful when you come for me,” I say.
She lazily rolls to the side, her face flushed, sweat dotting her hairline—my wet dream come to life. I pull her to me, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. A swell of emotion threatens to consume me.
I can’t name it—won’tname it—hellbent on ignoring the relentless ache in my chest. I’m a selfish bastard for keeping her here when I know I can’t give her what she needs, but I can’t bring myself to let her go. Not now, maybe not ever.
Olivia
Wilder’s head rests on my chest, his palm skating up and down my belly. Three little words are on the tip of my tongue as my belly jumps, and shock washes over his features.
“Did you see that?” he asks in awe.
I smile and grab his hand, placing it just below my belly button where I feel the strongest kick. “Just wait.” A quiet settles between us as we stare down at my protruding bump, silently willing her to kick again.
“Come on, Baby Girl, kick for Daddy.” As if responding to the deep timbre of his voice, she kicks beneath our joined palms, and Wilder’s features soften as he gazes up at me. “Fuck, Liv. This is… everything.”
