Page 134 of Wild Love
I suck eagerly at his length, arching my back and clenching around him when he adds a third finger and growls, “Such a tight, needy little pussy.”
My head bobs. Because, yes, I am so needy right now.
He smooths a hand over my hair. “If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of cock right now, would you be asking for more?”
I hum and nod, still working at his length. But he pulls away all the same and presses my back. It’s a light pressure, but my arms buckle beneath me so I’m down on my elbows.
“Hips up, baby,” he directs and I’m immediately lifting my hips, knees digging into the soft mattress as I melt into the pillows beneath me and feel my heel-clad feet dangle on the edge. I let Ford position me exactly as he wants me. His hands gentle and domineering all at once.
I whimper when he steps back and moves to the end of the bed, his knees bumping against my ankles as he steps close.
The Egyptian cotton sheets are silky between my fingers when I grip them. Cool and soft and too damn nice for the ways we’re about to deface them.
“Stop pretending to be shy and spread your legs, Rosie. I want to see that tight little pussy drip for me.”
“Fuck you,” I whisper, but there’s no venom; in fact, it comes out more like a plea. And there’s no fight. I let my knees slide across the sheets, feeling my wetness seep out as I do.
His satisfied groan does nothing but confirm it.
“That’s what you need. To get fucked. I can see that much.” His words rumble over my spine, and I feel his heat as he comes to stand behind me. “It’s what I need too,” he adds as he runs the bare head of his cock through my folds. “What I’ve always wanted.”
He carries on teasing me, his words slow and measured.
Totally unhurried.
“So, I’m going to enjoy this. Watching you make a messfor me. Fucking you. Making you come until your legs give out and the only thing keeping this ass up for me are those pillows.”
He slides in fast and hard. Palms on my ass, cock shoved snug inside me.
“Yes,” I moan, arching my back and pushing into him.
His fingers flex.
“Wish you could see the way you look stuffed full of me, baby. So fucking right.”
“Yes.” I move my hips against him again. “So fucking right,” is my hushed response, repeating his words.
His movements start out exacting and measured. Every thrust in just as painstakingly even as each glide out. I know he’s watching me take him. And that turns me on. Knowing he can’t look away, knowing he’s getting off on the view of me stretched around his cock.
I turn my head to meet his emerald gaze. I bite my bottom lip and clench around his overwhelming thickness. An unspoken challenge that he recognizes with a growl. With fingertips that dig into my ass and measured strokes that border on punishing.
A smile touches my lips as he fucks me into the bed. Our skin slaps as he pounds me hard enough that I lose purchase. I give in and let the pillows take my weight while Ford forces me to see stars.
I get lost in him.
His hands.
His body.
The way he plays mine with such mastery.
It’s a blur, a high I’ll never be able to re-create.
I shatter, screaming his name, and my legs give out as he showers me with kisses. He works his way up my spine, thrusting once, hard, and then follows. Erupting before draping himself over me. Our damp bodies pressed together, heaving through sharp, ragged breaths. He brushes his nose against the shell of my ear. A touch that somehow overflows with tenderness.
A touch that makes me turn my head and whisper what I’ve known for some time.
“I love you, Ford.”
