Page 104 of Wild Eyes
Every muscle. Every nerve ending. Every brittle wall built around my heart.
Weston obliterates them all with a world-class orgasm.
His touches soften. His lips kiss my inner thighs. His fingers spread my wetness all over my pussy like he’s an artist putting the finishing touches on his favorite piece.
My mind races, my body still recovering, as he pulls me down off the truck and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, when he presses it into my mouth. His hand cups the back of my head as he kisses me.
Soft, but not too soft.
I don’t want soft from him right now.
And he must know it because his fingers curl into a fist, gripping my hair and tilting my head back. “How many are we at? I wanna hear you say it.”
I smirk. “Only one.”
“Only? You think I’m done here?” He grins, playful and predatory. “Turn around. Hands flat on the hood.”
“Thought you wanted to do things to my mouth, big talker.” I follow his instructions, palms sliding over the sparkling silver paint as his fingers work at my dress. Tugging it up to expose my bare ass as I take in the remaining wetness in front of me. One booted foot lands between my sneakers, kicking my feet apart as he chuckles.
My body complies without hesitation, and I follow his lead almost desperately.
“If you need something to do with your mouth, you can use it to clean up the mess you left on my truck while I fuck you.”
I flush and bite down on my lip to cover the immediate moan that lurches from my throat.
The soft breeze tickles my bare skin as anticipation zings through me. No one has ever made me feel like this—filthy and powerful. It’s a fucking high.
I’ll never get over it.
The rip of a condom wrapper crinkles behind me, and a shiver races down my spine. It’s like a countdown, and in mere seconds, I know he’ll be?—
My forehead drops to the hood as he runs the thick, blunt head of his cock through my dripping slit. Looking down and back, all I can see is West’s big, rough hand—tattoos and all—gripping my hip and his booted feet with fallen jeans positioned between mine.
I’m at his mercy and it’s a thrill.
“Hard or soft?”
I pant and lick my lips. Nervous. Hungry. Eager. It’s hard to say. With him, I want it all.
“Hard—” I barely get the words out before he plunges into me on a heavy groan.
“Fuuuck,” he rasps as my body struggles to adjust to his size. His width fills me so completely.
We pause, both panting. Both feeling each other. His thumb rubs circles on my lower back. Punishing and soothing.
Alwayssoothing. Alwaysanticipating my needs andlooking out for me.
All without smothering me. Unfamiliar feelings squirm and writhe in my chest. Ones that make me feel warm and a little ill at the same time.
Then he draws back out. My fingers curl against the hood of the truck, and one of his hands palms the cheek of my ass. I know he’s watching me. Watching us.I can always feel his eyes on me—right now is no different.
I whimper, forehead rolling again on the warm metal. A fire burns in my body. I want to tell him how good he feels, but only a desperate moan spills from my lips as he shoves his cock back into my aching pussy.
“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs as he reaches up to stroke my hair while he pumps in and out slowly. He’s gentle atfirst, but soon he gives my locks a firm tug, turning my head to him so our eyes meet. “Who’s gonna play with your clit? You or me?”
God. Just the mere question makes me flush. I’m by no means virginal, but the things that come out of this man’s mouth are?—
“Too slow, Skylar.” His hand moves down behind my knee, and he lifts my leg. With my foot propped on the front bumper, his arm slides down the inner length of my thigh and his fingers find my clit as he drives into me.
