Page 77 of Chasing the Wild
I run my tongue to trace his veined length, before swirling around the head. Tasting the saltiness of him while his musky scent wraps around me. As I work to take him deeper, I realize there’s a faint hint ofmeon him too, and holy shit, that makes my clit throb.
God, this is every desire come to life, and I pretty quickly lose myself in the way I’m wrapping my lips around the velvety feel of him and sucking down.
Hollowing my cheeks, I dip further forward, focusing on relaxing and breathing through my nose and anything possible to navigate the fact that this man is so fucking huge.
I’m turned on as all hell. Having his cock filling my mouth perfectly and gliding across my tongue is stirring up a wildfire low in my stomach. My pussy clenches and hums, knowing just how mind-altering it is to have him stretching me and filling me, and thrusting deep inside.
Well, fuck. I’m a mess of saliva pooling around the corners of my mouth within seconds, and I can’t help but moan around his length.
Which leaves Colt shuddering and murmuring all sorts of praise above me. He tells me how beautiful I look, how well I’m taking him, how my mouth is every dirty fucking fantasy he’s ever had.
I might be on my knees for him right now, but I feel adored in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“Fuck. Layla. I can’t hold back with you.” My eyes water, but tip up to meet his fierce gaze above me. Digging my fingers into his thighs, I hum around his cock and guide him to do what we both want right now.
He lets out a rough noise. “Tell me if it’s too much…fffuuck.” Slowly, his hips start to pump forward, and his eyes drop closed.
Yes. God, yes. Seeing this man swept up in the throes of pleasure all because of me is officially my new favorite thing in the world.
One of his hands leaves my hair, and wraps around the front of my throat, collaring me and massaging over the column of my neck each time he thrusts forward.
Holy shit.Holy shit.
An avalanche of sparks and heat rushes through me as my clit pulses with an intensified rhythm. This is the side of him I know I’ll crave. That powerful, in-command kind of dominance that leaves me feeling cared for while under his control.
I want to relieve that ache so badly, but I’m hanging on to his powerful thighs, allowing Colt to chase his pleasure and floating on the headiness of this moment.
“Look at you, angel. Your mouth wrapped around my cock like you were made just for me. Look how well you take me. Taking everything.” With each thrust forward, he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow around his tip, soaking up each time he lets out a deep, resonant groan at how good that feels.
“I bet you want to play with that pretty little pussy of yours, don’t you? You’re squirming and looking so goddamn perfect. I bet you’re already soaking.”
I’m pleading with my eyes. Yes. That’s exactly what I want.
The noise that comes out of me with my mouth full of his dick is slutty and desperate.
“Maybe next time, but right now, I need to fuck you and be buried deep inside your cunt when you fall apart for me.”
Well, in that case…
He draws out on a wet pop, sliding the hand up from my neck to swipe at my puffy lips. The look on his face is so fierce, filled with something that I could only describe as raw, unfiltered desire.
It’s addictive to think that this man has the most gorgeous hazel eyes, capable of looking at me like that.
For a moment, I wonder what he sees in mine. But I can’t go letting my heart get tangled in this. Right now, it’s racing at a frantic pace, and I’m prepared to chase the high of this next orgasm while being filled over and over by this man.
“Get in the shower. Face the wall.” He presses down on my bottom lip again. All firm commanding energy, the kind that sucks the air out of my lungs.
“Ok,” I breathe out, probably sounding exactly as dazed as I feel.
I slip out of his shirt, and get up on more than shaky legs. Making my way to the shower, which is a replica of my own, I turn on the water. Steam starts to billow and as I do exactly as he said, my palms brace against the wet tiles.
This is so much like the fantasies I’ve had while on my own; a shudder of anticipation rolls through me. Waiting for him naked like this feels thrilling.
His presence sweeps in behind me as the warm water sluices over my skin, and he tucks my hair over one shoulder. Plush lips and the scrape of his beard slide along the curve of my neck and trail a hot, wet line up my skin to suck down on my thundering pulse point.
Does this man have any clue of how gone I am for him? I hope to God I don’t blurt out something like confessing my undying love, because there was every chance I might have done so earlier when he was sucking on my clit until I whimpered his name over and over and over.
“I’m gonna be between these pretty thighs all night.” He rasps against my ear, as his body fits in behind mine, angling me just how he wants. Colt guides himself to my soaked entrance, rubbing the rigid head of him sheathed in a new condom through my slickness before he presses the tip in.
