Page 21 of The Wildest One
“No. I want you to go faster.”
“Yes … that’s my fucking girl.”
After a few more plunges, his hand dropped from my neck and moved around my waist, and he lifted me into the air, carrying me off the dresser to the lounge chair by the window on the far side of the bedroom. But where I expected him to place me on the cushion and kneel in front of me, he was the one who sat and straddled me over him.
I assumed he wanted me to ride him, and that was why he put me in this position, so with my feet on the ground, his hands wandering my body, I lifted to his tip and slowly lowered.
“Hell yeah,” he moaned. “Do that one more time.” I did, and then he said, “Now I want you to turn around.”
I took in his hazel eyes. “Turn around?”
“Put your back to me and face the opposite direction.”
Reverse cowgirl.
Something else I hadn’t done before.
“You must somehow know I’ve never tried that?”
He chuckled as he pinched one of my nipples. “It was an easy guess.” He slapped my ass. “Come on. Turn around.”
I carefully drew him out of me and got off the lounge chair, facing away from his eyes, only to straddle him again. It didn’t matter what angle of me he was looking at—they all made me nervous—but this one felt even more personal than the last.
With him seated and upright, as I sat, he wrapped his arm around my breasts and pulled my back against his front. Once our bodies were pressed together, he guided me toward his tip.
His mouth was at my ear, his breathing making my skin even warmer. “Wait until you feel how intense this is going to be.”
I sank all the way down, every inch of his dick inside me.
My head fell back, my lips parting. “Oh God.”
He was right.
This was intense.
Because he was hitting me from a totally different direction.
And even though the amount of fullness had been epic before, it didn’t compare.
“This is”—I tried to take a breath—“fucking wild.”
“I told you.” His voice was gritty, deep. Dominant. “Now fuck me.” His hands were all over me, on my tits, my neck, palming my navel, rubbing my clit. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good.”
The mix of his strokes and clit play was an unexpected combination.
But a combination that was blowing my mind.
I used the sides of the lounger to hold on to, to bear my weight and grind over him, and I was getting hit with multiple sensations.
I could barely keep myself together.
“Oh!” I heard myself scream. “Shit!”
He was meeting me in the middle, arching his hips up, pounding from the bottom while I came down from the top. “Just like that, Jolie.” He nibbled my earlobe. “Faster.”
I didn’t know what was happening.
But as he circled my clit, the sparks of an orgasm were returning to my body.
