Page 116 of The Wildest One
“Do you want more?”
She looked at me from over her shoulder. “Please! Now!” She backed up, trying to hurry me. “Harder!”
That begging. Why was it so fucking sexy?
I held on to her waist, using it to steer me, only going in as far as my crown. From there, I didn’t move any further; I just pulsed. But dipping in those few inches was so powerful, almost enough to get me off.
My head fell back as each mini-stroke sucked the end of me, working me closer. “Damn!” And when I couldn’t hold off anymore, I thrust all the way in. “How are you so tight?” I placed my left foot on the bed while the other stayed on the floor, and as I pounded into her, my balls banged against her. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Yes,” she cried. “More!”
Her upper body lowered to the mattress so her ass could point up higher in the air, and her legs spread further apart. What that did was give me all access, and I took it, ramping up the pace, my hands wandering over her body since I didn’t have to hold any of her weight.
The first thing I did was pull each nipple.
“Wooow,” she hummed.
I wanted her to feel the pain of the tug and the pleasure of me rubbing it after.
“Don’t stop,” she ordered.
I’d slowed, this time because I knew she was nearing an orgasm. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to give her one. I wanted her fucking screams to fill my ears. I wanted her shuddering on my dick. But what I also wanted was for it to be the most intense one she’d ever had. To make that happen, I needed her body overwhelmingly worked up. I needed her so goddamn desperate that she’d be willing to do anything to get off.
And she was almost there.
So, I pulled out and grabbed her from behind, moving her with me to the end of the bed. As I sat on the very edge with my feet on the floor, I set her on my lap, facing away from me.
“Another one I’ve never tried.” She was lifting herself up to put her pussy on the tip of my dick. Once it was in, she moaned as she sank down my entire shaft. “My God. Each position feels so different, and this one …” She took a loud breath. “This one is wildly perfect.”
I reached around her and rubbed her clit.
“Ohhhshit, Beck.”
I knew it was only a matter of seconds before she came.
Her clit was already hard, her wetness thickening.
But having her like this meant we could move together, and with her back against my chest, every part of her body was easily within reach.
I wrapped an arm across her chest, pinching her nipple, and with my other hand on her clit, I rocked forward.
“Argh!” she shouted.
I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, releasing it to moan, “I’m going to come in you.”
“I want you to.” She turned her face to the side, giving me her cheek. “I need you to.”
I gave her several more pumps before I ordered, “Balance your feet on my thighs.”
She did as instructed, and it set her a little higher in the air, allowing me to drive in harder and punch even deeper.
“You get one finger, Jolie. When you come, do you want that finger on your clit? Or do you want it in your ass?”
“Ah!” She was lost. I could tell by every sound she was making.
So, I grazed her nipple, urging a response from her, and said, “Tell me.”
“My ass.”
