Page 140 of Tempting Wyatt
He sets me down gently, then flips my body over so I’m on all fours. He presses my shoulders until I’m face down, ass up in the air. Standing at the foot of the bed behind me, he drifts his warm palm lower to cover my ass. His thumb slides from my clit to my puckered flesh, and I tremble at his touch.
“Oh, sweet girl. You’re still dripping wet for me.” A growly sound escapes his chest. “I want both of these sweet holes, Ivy. Would you let me take your tight little ass, angel?”
I only whimper. I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. I’m helpless in the most delicious way possible. Knowing how vulnerable and open I am to him, the view he must see—it’s erotic and terrifying, all at once.
A million insecurities threaten to crash over me.
But Wyatt is fucking wild, no longer a man concerned with such things, an animal taking what he wants.
His warm, wet tongue slides from my pussy to my ass, and I nearly collapse. He grips my waist and pulls me up higher.
“Don’t hide from me, sweetness. You taste perfect everywhere.”
He licks me again, roughly, thoroughly. Clit to ass and back again. I close my eyes and mewl like a kitten. I don’t know what’s coming, but I know it’s going to be more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. No man has ever handled me this way.
My rugged rancher is a dirty, filthy man. And, oh, how I love it. My body loves it. Loves him.
My knees shake beneath me. This man is turning me to mush.
The sensation changes as his thumb presses at my forbidden entrance while his dick slides up and down my slit, hardening with each pass. More noises escape me as his thumb and cock enter my body simultaneously.
I’m so full. It’s all I can think as he plunges into both holes in tandem.
So full. Never been so full. Oh my God.
He chuckles darkly, and I realize I said every thought out loud.
Heat flares beneath my skin, an inferno igniting up my spine. His thumb presses all the way inside my tightest hole, and I cry out in pleasure and pain.
“You can take it. You’re taking it so well, baby.”
My walls clench and flutter around him at the praise. He doesn’t miss a beat.
“So fucking perfect. So fucking tight.”
When I start to come, he’s the one who cries out like an animal yelling out a battle cry. He retracts his thumb and grips my hips with both hands, suddenly slamming his dick into me harder and faster than before. His powerful thighs would drive me across this mattress if he wasn’t holding on so tightly.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck. I’m coming in that tight pussy again.Perfect fucking cunt, taking my big dick so well. Perfect fucking girl.”
Each word is punctuated with the impact of his powerful thrusts. His body slaps hard against mine until he’s spent inside me. His hot, thick pleasure spills down my thighs.
He releases me, pulling out slowly, and I collapse, face down into the comforter, inhaling the scent of him.
I can only breathe and blink and exist in this moment.
Wyatt leans over my back, moves my hair to the side, and kisses the back of my shoulder. When his teeth scrape my skin, I shiver.
“I’m going to go clean up, baby. Join me in the shower when you’re ready, and I’ll take care of you.” He places a light, playful smack on my ass.
Making a noncommittal sound, I lie there and let my mind process everything that’s transpired since I woke up today. I hear the rush of the shower water turning on and try to recall ever experiencing anything as intense as this.
I haven’t.
A quiet voice inside my head says I probably never will again.
A tear falls down my cheek, then another. I’m so thankful Wyatt isn’t here to witness my breakdown. I’m not particularly emotional after sex. Or I wasn’t before.
But this is something else. This isn’t just a quickie to get each other off, like I’m used to. And if I’m being honest, none of the guys I’ve dated and slept with ever cared much if they got me off at all.
