Page 104 of Wild Side
He hums a low chuckle at my silence and bites my shoulder before smoothing away the sharpness with a delicious swipe of his tongue. “Desperate to fill my wife’s tight little cunt once and for all?”
I suck in a breath as he moves again. Pulling out. Pushing in.
“Why would I ever bother denying that? Especially since I promised you no more secrets?” The pace between us ratchets up a notch. His thrusts come more quickly. The pads of my fingers pinch harder. His soft lips and bristly stubble at the crook of my neck make me squirm in his lap to the point where I’m practically bouncing on him.
“Been dreaming about bending you over since that first day you waltzed into my house, Tabby. So yeah, I’d say I’m desperate for it.”
“Fuck.” From a man who went from telling me nothing at all, that confession hits like a wrecking ball. Warmth spreads throughout my body, and my hamstrings tighten.
His palm slips around my front, fingers finding my clit with mind-numbing accuracy. He circles there as we rock together.
“But I think what I’m most desperate for is seeing you come. Right here, riding my cock, where I can watch you.”
One glance up at the mirror, and his intense glare pierces me. I look downright wanton. Wild in his arms. His fingers work my clit. His cock fills me. And his words undo me.
I come hard and fast and on a breathless shout that pitches me forward. Heat suffuses every limb, and my entire bodypulses. A sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin as my heart beats in time with his.
Too far gone to keep my eyes open, I don’t watch in the mirror. But he does.
I hear his raspy, “Fucking beautiful,” right before his grip goes rougher. He fucks me with reckless abandon as my pussy continues to spasm around him.
Within seconds, he joins me. His release rushes into me as I take it all and revel in every throb of his cock.
He lifts me without pulling out, hugging my back to his front as his forehead rests on the top of my shoulder while we both attempt to catch our breath.
And all I can think is that I am desperate for it. Because I definitely want to do that again.
CHAPTER 35
RHYS
I wakeup in the same basement that I’ve woken up in many times over the past couple of months, but nothing about this morning feels the same.
I’m surrounded by color and texture and thoughtful touches.
Cleo is curled between my feet.
And Tabitha is tucked against my side—naked—with her hand laid over my chest.
I’m not sure I’ve ever opened my eyes and felt so instantly happy. So at home. Like I could just lie here all day soaking it up.
Even in the wake of all the sadness and truths we shared last night, it feels like a pressure has lifted from my shoulders. The weight of the world isn’t so heavy today.
I’ve always kept myself locked up tight. But I’ve never had a Tabitha. Someone so fierce and loyal on my side. I’ve watched the way she is since first meeting her. Protective and always looking out for her family. It seemed so foreign to me, like something I could witness from afar but never have for myself.
This morning, I’m not so sure I was right about that. This morning, it feels like I might have it already and am just realizing that I do.
I see now that my fumbled attempt at shielding her from the truth could have backfired spectacularly. But it didn’t, because she’sher. All fight and no quit when it comes to the people she loves.
Love.
I glance down at her and wonder if that’s what this is. This warm, cheerful feeling when I lay eyes on her that turns to cold, despondent dread when I have to leave.
I’ve felt it with Milo, but not like this. Not where it hurts to breathe, and I can’t focus on anything because all I see is her.
Tabitha would like this show.
Tabitha would make a better version of this dish.
