Page 106 of Tempting Wyatt
If I’m being honest, I was hoping I’d wake her so I could taste her again.
“Yeah. Sorry if I woke you.”
I can barely make out the sight of her biting her lip as she eyes my naked body.
“It’s okay,” she says so low I almost don’t hear. “I’m glad you’re back. I missed you.”
I missed you.
Fuck.
I open the shower door, reach out and pull her to me, clothes and all. The hot spray drenches her completely within seconds as I yank her body to mine.
“Feels like I’ve been missing you my entire life, angel.”
With that, I kiss her, sweeping my tongue inside her sweet warm mouth until she moans.
“Wyatt,” she whispers, but I don’t stop. I drag my soaked shirt off her body and let it hit the shower floor with a slap.
“I was hoping you’d be awake so I could taste you again. I fucking dream of your sweet pussy, baby.”
She trembles in my arms but then gives me a look that could burn through steel.
“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you, too. And it’s my turn.”
Before I have time to have another thought, she lowers herself before me, knees landing on her discarded shirt.
All thoughts of my previous exhaustion fly from my mind as the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen kneels before me. Looking up at me with doe eyes framed by wet lashes, she strokes my cock like it’s her most prized possession.
The moan comes from deep in my chest and my head wants to fall back in pleasure, but I’ll be damned if I’m missing a moment of this.
Her pretty pink tongue slips out and slides up the lengthof my cock. I fist a hand in her hair because I can see how quickly I could lose control if she goes at her own pace.
She grins up at me.
“I’ll be gentle,” she says softly.
“Liar.”
She smirks then she sucks the head of my dick like a lollipop.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her hand is still wrapped around me as she takes more of me, an inch at a time.
When she tries to take it all, she gags, coughs a bit, then suctions her lips right back to my sensitive flesh.
“That’s a good girl. You can take it all, angel.”
“It’s so fucking big,” she whimpers, sending my ego soaring. I’m aware that I’m well endowed. I’m a big guy all over. But damn, what it does to me to hear her say it.
“Relax your throat, baby. You can do it,” I coax, loving the determination in her eyes when she looks up at me again.
I stroke her jaw softly as she tries again and again to take all of me.
Her mouth pulls at me like a snug fist, until I reach the danger zone. “‘Bout to come, angel,” I warn, in case she wants to move and let my release go down the drain.
She doesn’t. She sucks harder, faster, and my fist in her hair does nothing to stop her.
