Page 11 of Sweet Escape
“You want my cock?”
She nods, and I tug my shirt off over my head. “Holy shit,” she says, staring at my chest.
“Eyes up here, Cupcake.” With two fingers, I tilt her head to meet my gaze. “Say it.”
“I need…” She hesitates on the last word, and it’s so goddamn adorable.
“Say cock, Livie.”
A low rumble reverberates through her chest, and I nip at her bottom lip, silently urging her on.
“I want your cock.”
A guttural sound escapes me. “Fuck yes.” I wrap my arms around her curvy body, guiding her backward toward the bed. “Are you on birth control?”
She bounces once when I push her onto the mattress, her blonde hair fanning out over the comforter, creating a golden halo.
“I’m on the pill,” she says. “Please, Wilder.”
I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m going to savor every second of this night, starting with the view. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”
She spreads her legs, lifting my shirt to rest under her breasts. As much as I love the look of her in my clothes, I need more.
“Take it off. I want to see everything.”
She boldly tosses my shirt over the side of the bed, givingme a peek at her pink pebbled nipples just begging to be sucked.“Your turn. Take off the pants.”
“Are we feeling bossy all of a sudden?” I ask over the clatter of my belt hitting the floor. My jeans and boxers follow suit until I’m standing naked at the foot of the bed, stroking my rigid length. “What now?”
She huffs out a frustrated breath. “You know what.”
“Mmm… but I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me, Wilder. Hard. Fast. Dirty.”
“Atta girl.”
Olivia
He’s thick, and rock hard, and…
What the fuck am I doing?
This isn’t me. I don’t sleep with strangers. I can count my partners on one hand. Worse than that, I can count my partner-induced orgasms on two—including the ones this man so graciously delivered only minutes ago.
Everything about Wilder lives up to his name, from the smattering of hair on his chest, to the hard planes of his body, and the ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Every hard inch of him is on display. I can’t tear my eyes away from the hand that’s working over his shaft as his eyes eat up every inch of my body. There’s a lot of me to take in, and I should wither under his gaze, but all I feel is his intense desire mingling with my own. Nobody has ever looked at me the way Wilder is.
The bed dips as he crawls over me, laying tantalizing kisses along my hips and thighs before trailing over my torso and breasts. When he gets to my lips, he gives me a lazy kiss and settles himself between my legs. The tip of his cock brushes against my clit. “I have a condom, but I want to feel you bare. Is that okay?”
I should say no, but I don’t. “Yes. I want you.”
He rests his elbow above my head, his fingers tangling in my hair while his other hand grips his shaft, lining it up at my entrance. My body tenses, waiting for the intrusion, and the tiny movement doesn’t go unnoticed. “Relax. Promise I’ll take good care of you…”
I exhale a shaky breath and nod for him to continue, sighing as the first inch slips inside. I already feel so full, and we still have a long way to go.
“That’s it. You’re taking me so well.” He pulls back and slowly pushes forward, hitting me deeper still, repeating the motion until he’s fully seated. “Goddamn, Liv. You feel incredible.”
The vein on his neck pops out as he struggles to hold onto his restraint. But I don’t want that; I want him to give me everything. I want him wild and reckless.
