Page 96 of Chasing the Wild
She whines louder as I make contact. Her oh-so-goddamn delicate, bare skin waiting just for me. Back arching, giving my fingers easier access to her pussy, my dream girl makes all the sounds that have my dick aching and my balls throbbing in response.
“Fuck. Yes. Use me. Please.”
Holy shit, what is it about this girl that drives me into this caveman state?
“Is it too much?” My voice drops low and husky, checking in for a moment, as I palm her ass, squeezing her flesh with my other hand.
It’s too easy to feel out of control, but I only want to say or do something that leaves her knowing exactly how much she’s adored. Because every word I say to her, or every moment I sink inside her—no matter how hard or demanding and filthy that might be in the heat of the moment—it’s only ever with the intent of worshiping her.
“No. It’s perfect.” Twisting her head to look back at me over one shoulder, she gives me her eyes. “It’s so fucking hot—you’re so fucking hot when you talk like that.” She squirms and tries to fuck herself backward onto my fingers playing with her beneath those soaked panties, and I’m so close to losing it already with this girl.
“Good. Because if you’re going to taunt me like this, begging to be railed right here and now, I’m gonna eat this sweet little ass first until you’re shaking.”
Roughly tugging the silky fabric to one side reveals how flushed and wet she is at the apex of her thighs. Layla’s head drops against the seat as I spread her out like a goddamn feast. Every inch of her is on display just for me, and there’s a roaring in my blood as I lower my head and soak up every quiver, every tiny noise of need. My nose roams along her crease, and my girl jumps a little when she feels me there.
I haven’t done much more than tease her occasionally over the past two weeks, more intent on being inside her pussy every chance I’ve had, but there’s no hiding the way Layla isn’t shying away from letting me pleasure her like this. Fuck, it’s so sexy.
“You’re goddamn perfect, angel. This sweet little ass of yours has been tempting me for weeks. You gonna let me own all your pretty little holes?”
She makes a strangled noise, gasping and desperate, that turns into a sultry moan as my mouth explores her ass. Feeling how responsive she is to me only drives everything into more of a frenzy. I’m consumed by the need to make her legs tremble and have her pussy dripping so that when I shove my cock inside her, she’ll be seconds away from coming apart.
Swirling my tongue over the bundle of nerves, I lick and suck and devour every choked-out noise coming out of her. God, it’s the filthiest, most fucking perfect thing, and the thought of getting to have more of Layla when I’d been resigned to giving her up, makes my head spin.
“Colt—oh, fuck—” She’s quivering and bucking beneath my tongue as I press harder against that little rosebud hole, exploring, worshipping, feasting on her like a man starved.
She pushes back, ever so slightly toward my face. “That feels—god, that feels so good.”
Just as I suspected, my perfect girl likes it a little dirty. The whine in her voice goes straight to my dick, and I can’t hold outany longer. I’m just about ready to explode if I don’t feel her wrapped around me.
Pulling back, I give her ass cheek a nip, a warning not to move, then I’m fumbling with my belt and to free myself from my jeans. Every inch of skin feels alive and overheated. Someone has turned all my senses up to full volume, and the blood currently rushing around my body—mostly in the direction of my straining cock—is like jet fuel. Racing and raring and eager to pound into her so hard she’ll be screaming my name.
Sliding her panties to one side, Layla’s body is already more than ready to take me. Her entrance is so warm and soft and allows me to push forward on a wet glide.
Fuck.Fuck.It’s already too good. Her silky channel is even tighter than usual because of her jeans trapping her thighs together, and I have to shove my way inside. We’re both frantic, and this is going to go down as one of the hottest fucking moments of my life.
“Mmmmfuck… just like that.” Her fingers claw against the seat. The way her head tilts to one side, allows me to see the deep blush covering her cheek, matching the darkened shade of her full lips. She’s so perfect.
“You look so good taking me, baby.” My voice is a growl, and I can’t fucking help it. “Like you were made for me.” Goddamn, her pink, swollen cunt grips my dick and swallows me inch by inch as I feed her my length.
She wraps around me like a vise, and I’m seeing spots and stars and the fucking Milky Way as I start pumping in and out of her.
“I want to see you dripping baby. To see your pretty little holes all filled with me. Do you like that idea?”
“God. I do.” Layla moans and whimpers louder. “After…” Her face screws up with unrestrained desire as my cock hits thatsweet spot. She lets out a soft cry. “After… I want you to push it back inside… please, please.”
Christ. My balls draw up.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”
She knows we both get off on that, and I’m lost in the mist of pleasure that claims us. Driving and pounding into her over and over as the truck rocks, my windows fog up, and I’m numb to anything else. Nothing exists right now outside of this cramped backseat except how good it always feels being with her.
Our joint climax builds and my balls tighten. Tingling races through my spine, and I manage to wedge one hand beneath the front of her panties as I hold her hip in a punishing grasp with the other. It only takes the first brush over her clit to feel her tighten around me and those flutters I’m addicted to start to ripple. As I circle that pouting bud, Layla falls apart beneath me.
“Coltohfuckohmygod.”Shaking and moaning, her pussy milks me so damn hard, I’m tugged over the precipice right alongside my girl.
The rhythm of my thrusts falters, my cock jerks, and I’m unloading, pumping forward, spilling deep inside. I’ll never fucking get over this feeling. Of nothing being between us. How my release fills her. How each slide of my dick is coated in the evidence of where I’ve marked her up, my seed painting her inner walls.
Holy shit.
