Page 64 of The Wildest One
My tip wedged between the cheeks of her ass and lowered until I hit that spot.
The one that was dripping.
The one that was goading me to slide inside.
She wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling the front of me down, my cheek now next to hers. “I have an IUD, Beck.”
Birth control.
We’d be double protected.
But still, I had to ask, “What are you saying to me …”
“You don’t need that condom. Unless you insist on wearing one or there’s a reason you feel you should.”
She was giving her pussy to me.
Bare.
And even though she hadn’t said this specifically, she was giving me permission to come inside her.
“Don’t fucking tease me.” I took a bite of her neck, arching my hips upward so just my crown was pushing through.
“I’m not.”
My teeth released her. “You’re telling me I can have it all?”
She pushed into me, and what that did was sink every inch of my dick inside her. “Yes.”
“Shit,” I hissed as the feeling took hold of me. “You dirty, dirty fucking girl.”
“Ah!” Her nails were stabbing my skull, her body bouncing over my shaft—not all the way, just small pumps that gave her several inches of friction. “Please. I need it. I need to come—” The way I reared back cut off her voice, and the way I drove in caused her to fucking scream, “Beck!”
“You’re even tighter than I remember.”
Her pussy was like a goddamn vacuum, and with each thrust, it was begging for my cum. That feeling alone would get me off quicker than I wanted, but when combined with her wetness and heat, it was too fucking much.
Jolie wasn’t just the perfect woman.
She was the perfect woman with the most incredible cunt.
“Do you know what that tightness is doing to me?” My mouth moved to the side of her neck, her nest of wild red hair coveringmost of my face. “Do you know how badly I want to fill you with my cum?”
“Please!” Her hands lifted off the counter and slapped back down. “I want that.” She drew in some air. “I so want that.”
Through her dress and bra, I tugged on her nipple, earning a moan that was the loudest one so far, and I continued down her body until my hand was on her pussy. With two fingers, I rubbed her clit, feeling it dampen and harden.
And with each rotation, she started with an, “Ahhh,” and exhaled with an, “Ohhh.”
My movements were turning sharper because she was narrowing in around me. Because she was moving with me. Because her body was giving me every sign that she wanted me to come.
And I was doing everything I could to hold it off.
“Baby, you need to slow down,” I warned.
“No. I want this.”
“But I’m going to fucking fill you.”
