Page 144 of The Wildest One
And the look in her eyes told me that everything I was feeling, she was feeling too.
“Are you wearing panties?”
I knew her pussy was wet. Her smile told me that. The way her lips didn’t close, but stayed open, and she panted through them. How her pupils were dilated.
“Don’t I always?”
My hand left her face and slid down her chest, my thumb grazing her nipple, and I maneuvered my way under her dress until my fingertips met silk. With one hard pull, I had them ripped off and shoved into the pocket of my sweatshirt.
“You know, you could have just moved them to the side.” The way she shook her head told me she’d expected nothing less out of me.
“I could have.” Like a yo-yo, my hand was pulled right back to her pussy, tracing the outside, giving her a bit of the teasing I’d experienced during my commute. “But this was more fun.”
“Mmm.” Her eyes closed. Her fingers sank into the whiskers of my beard, and when that wasn’t enough, they went to my head and began to pull those strands. “Beck …”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I traced my finger down her clit. Her wetness reached all the way to the top, getting thicker as I lowered to the base of her pussy. But I couldn’t taunt that spot like I could with the rest of her.
Because it fucking owned me.
Because I needed it.
Because she needed it.
And as my finger slowly circled and dipped, her pussy took me right in.
All the way in.
Slick against my skin, contracting around me.
“Fuck!”
“Yes,” I groaned. “I can feel how much you want my dick.”
Her palms went to the sides of my face, locking our gazes as she begged, “Give it to me. Please.”
“You want it, then you take it.” I sucked the desire off her bottom lip. “Pull my dick out and put it inside you.”
There was no hesitation. Not even a one-second stall before she slid beneath the fabric at my waist, fisted my crown, and aimed me toward her. A slight shift of her hips, and my tip was in.
Just that little bit, and a burst of heat came over my body.
A wave of warmth that jolted me awake.
A tightness that was strong enough to send me to my knees.
A level of wetness that reconfirmed what I’d already known.
This woman was going to be my fucking wife.
“Ah!” Her head banged the glass, the same noise that was made during a game, a sound I was as familiar with as her moans. And a movement she had done on purpose, her body’s way of reacting to pleasure. “My God, you have the most perfect dick.”
“And it’s all yours.”
She placed her thumb across the center of my lips. “I want more.”
“Take it.”
