Page 55 of Wild Side
My tongue peeks out, and I wet my lips at the sight. My god, this man is beautiful. Absolutely heavenly. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t tear mine away from his hand moving along his long, thick length if the world exploded around me.
“Please,” I exhale.
His chuckle fills the space around us, and I know I’m probably a hilarious sight, but I don’t care. I need him inside me. I need to feel him stretch me. I need it like I need breath. And then, finally, he shifts forward slightly and guides the head of his length along my wet opening.
I am wet too, so wet that I know he’ll slide in easily.
I.
Can’t.
Wait.
MAVERICK
Reaching down, I grab the backs of Zadie’s knees and spread her legs wide for me as I bury myself deep inside her. She’s grippingthe edges of the countertop for dear life, her chest rising and falling with each breath she pants.
Dropping my head, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking her tit in deep as I allow her to adjust to my intrusion. She whimpers, which is one of the sweetest sounds in the world. I can feel her body tremble as my tongue plays with her sweet nipple, swirling and sucking on the bud.
“Chase, please, I need more,” she hisses.
I can feel her pussy. It’s so warm and wet—perfect. Her body likely aches from being in a position that makes it nearly impossible to move. The urge is there, but I need her to hold off just a bit longer. When she does come, it’s going to make it that much better.
Releasing her tit with a pop, I let go of one of her legs, and I wrap my fingers around the side of her throat. My eyes connect to hers, holding her gaze. Her body is trembling, and there are goose bumps covering every inch of her skin.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, honey. Just hold on. I know you want to move, I know you want to come, but you feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so warm, so wet. It feels like heaven on earth. I don’t want this to be over too soon.”
Her jaw is clenched as she grinds her teeth. She clenches her pussy, squeezing around my cock, then releases. I smile because not only does that feel amazing as fuck, but she’s also playing, and I fucking love it.
Zadie’s eyes slide closed as she tries to keep her breathing even and her pussy clenching and releasing. She’s going to make me come without me making a goddamn move here pretty soon. A noise in the background causes me to shift my attention from her perfect cunt.
There, standing in the doorway, is Goose.
He’s watching. He doesn’t speak, his eyes on our connection and nowhere else. I don’t let him know that I see him watchingus. Instead, I use the opportunity to move. Flexing my fingers gently around the side of her throat, I wait for her eyes to open.
When they do, she focuses on me and only me. I almost forget that Goose is watching us. My hips shift back before I rock them forward, grinding my pelvis against her clit on the downstroke.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
She whimpers, her lips pushing out almost in a pout as she attempts to breathe. Keeping my strokes and tempo even, I grind my pelvis on the downstroke again, then repeat myself. I don’t look away.
Hitching up the leg that I’m still holding, I wrap it around my waist. I feel her heel dig into the cheek of my ass and grunt. My teeth sink into the flesh of her breast, the one I didn’t get to suck on earlier, the neglected nipple.
“Oh god,” she moans. “Please.”
Sweat breaks out over my skin as I continue to fuck her. Zadie is mine. She’s been mine. I knew it the moment I saw her in California. Something was different, something shifted inside me. She changed me.
I can feel her pussy flutter around my cock, and I know she’s closer. Releasing her, I don’t stop moving my hips. I’m just as close as she is, and when I feel her cunt clamp down around me, I know I can finally lose my control, though I’ve only been holding on by a thread.
A goddamn thread.
She cries out, her voice echoing throughout the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. That’s when I know I can finally find my release. It doesn’t take me long, just a few strokes before I roar as I come hard.
My fingers flex around her throat, then I release it before I bury my face in her neck. My hips move slowly as she milks me.Fuck, she feels so damn good. I wrap my arm around her back and hold her against me.
“I hope you don’t expect me to eat anything that’s been prepped on that counter,” Goose states.
Lifting my head, I turn to look over to him at the same time Zadie lets out a gasp, then a noise from the back of her throat that is close to a whimper.
