Page 87 of Chasing the Wild
As she lowers herself, her walls stretch around my length and the rippling sensation of her velvet heat molding to me feels like a flood, a torrent of primal obsession racing straight to my cock. My eyes bounce between devouring the expression on herface, and the place where her soft pink cunt swallows every inch, where my bare dick disappears deep inside her.
Pleasure flares and builds down low in my spine. Hissing noises come out of both of us, and Layla fucks herself down on me with a steady rocking of her hips as she slides lower to settle her weight fully.
“Fuck, oh my god…”
“I know, baby.” My fingers flex slightly.
Her eyes drop closed as she feels it, too. She’s so full and at this angle she’s nearly fully impaled, sunk all the way to the hilt.
“God. You’re so big.”
“That’s it, angel. You’re doing so well. Look at you stuffed full, taking all of me.” As if she was goddamn made just for my cock to nestle inside her and rock together like this. Wrapped in the steam, my drifting consciousness is only dimly aware of how easy it is to lose hours when I’m with her.
“Colt—” She part-whispers, part-whines, and that’s when I feel every muscle tighten. Her slick channel squeezes around me and I’m barely hanging on.
My fingers dig tight into her hip. This girl has already got me seeing stars.
“Christ. I’m not gonna last long like this. God, you feel too fucking good.”
“Please. I’m so close. Please come inside me.”
“Fuck.” This is every filthy imagining wrapped around me, and I tug her down to my mouth, keeping my fingers tight on the column of her throat as she sinks against my lips. “Ride me. Fuck me like I know you want to take it—hard and fast, angel; we can go slow after, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Her lips hover over mine as she pants against my mouth. “You’re so deep… oh god… oh god.”
“Just like that. Holy shit.” It feels like being squeezed by the tightest fist imaginable. Those luscious thighs work over me, hips rolling beneath my grip.
“Colt—fuck—come with me.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m right there with you.” Trapping her bottom lip between my teeth, my hand snakes to fit between our wet bodies and seek out the pouting bud of her clit.
She cries into my mouth with unrestrained pleasure, and I feel every fucking thing. I’m buried so deep inside her and I couldn’t care less that this time everything is brief and desperate, because I intend on fucking every single part of this girl and marking her up. Over and over.
Whimpers and moans float between us as it’s coming. My climax builds and loads, ready to pulse forward, in unison with the force of her grip on my length. A grunt wrenches from somewhere deep in my chest as searing waves of heat flash and spark, and a surge like nothing I’ve felt before rockets through my belly.
“Ffffuck. Fuck.”
Layla falls apart on a shuddering roll of ecstasy. Sobbing out mumbled words while pinched in the brutal hold I’ve got on her bottom lip. “Oh god. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Angel. Oh, fuck.Unnghhh.” I’m lost to the driving need that flies through me. My balls draw up and my cock swells, and a torrential sensation pours through my groin. Tight. Desperate. Hungry. The most incredible feeling of release takes over as I fill her up.
My dick pulses, and somewhere along the way, Layla has buried her face into my neck. Her teeth sink into me as her cunt keeps squeezing and I can’t seem to stop coming. Goddamn. The girl in my lap who shouldn’t be there. Who I shouldn’t have my hands wrapped around. Who I shouldn’t have allowed myself tobe inside. Who is now pumped full of my cum, my seed, and moaning my name.
There’s nothing but pounding blood in my ears and my heart trying to escape my chest as we float in the forbidden moment of all of it. Me. Her. Us. The knowledge that we’ve already crossed the line, but we’ve now gone too far, well past the point of no return. Yet, a path connects us in a way that I’ve never had with anyone else before.
An immediate sensation roars in, demanding my attention, even in my out-of-body state.
I don’t want anyone else to know Layla like this.
She belongs to me.
I can’t let her go.
Even though I have to.
A curse that I’ve been given and have to damn well learn to survive, now that I’ve allowed myself one sip and gotten drunk off the poisoned chalice of knowing what it’s like to claim her.
“Come here, angel.” My throat feels raw. Like I’ve bellowed myself hoarse, and for a brief moment, I wonder if the deafening pounding in my ears was me actually roaring out loud just now.
