Page 39 of Wrecked
Our kiss turns ravenous, as if we are back in the ocean drowning, and we are each other’s air. Her hand finds its way into my thick, wet hair, grasping it at the roots and twisting as our kisses turn hard, punishing.
She grinds her hips against mine as she searches for the hardness between my legs, the pressure she wants—needs—against her clit.
I’ll never leave my girl wanting.
I rotate slightly, forcing her legs apart with my thighs, stationing her knees at both sides of my hips until I’m right where she wants me. I align my cock perfectly and lift my hips, pressing into her and letting her feel how hard I am for her. How badly I want her. She gasps quietly at the sensation, our kiss temporarily paused as she presses back into me, grinding her pelvis against my aching cock.
“Oh, fuck baby,” I groan, the sensation of her hot center is driving me wild. Even over our clothes, it’s enough to make me come in my pants.
She’s mine. She’s fucking mine. No one will ever get to have her like this again.
I reach between us, arranging my dick so that it presses against her clit as she grinds into me. She whimpers at the contact, so I swivel my hips, a motion I know will hit her sweetspot. It’s a stroke she knows well. She pants heavily as she meets me thrust for thrust.
I tangle my other hand in her hair, pulling her face back down to mine. I kiss her lips hard as we fuck each other over our clothes. Our kisses turn loud, messy, losing focus as we pay more attention to what is happening between our legs. I tear my mouth from hers and lift her shirt and bra, exposing her pink, rosy nipples. I take one into my mouth, sucking hard the way I know she likes. She releases a long, low moan that drives me fucking crazy.
“Fuck, Nate…fuck, don’t stop,” she cries out as I bite down softly on her nipple, licking the sting away. I move my attention to her other breast, kissing my way around the heavy globe, sucking the skin into my mouth and leaving behind small bruises.
Her little whimpers drive me mad, making my cock impossibly hard. I continue kissing, licking, sucking her breasts as I reach between us and slide my hand down her bare stomach. I reach the waistband of her leggings, and I look up at her for permission.
“Yes…please…yes,” she nearly begs. Not a single thought of Katie is stopping this. Stopping us.
I slide my hand into her leggings and panties as I continue the path toward my ultimate destination. I can feel the heat emanating from her center; I can smell how turned on she is. I already know she will be slick and ready for me.
Finally, my fingers slide over her slick center, coating them in her arousal.
Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her.
I slide a finger down her center, spreading her juices as I find her opening. I push my finger into her tight little body, and my thumb finds her clit. I draw slow, lazy circles around her sensitive button as I pump my finger in and out, a rhythm that drivesher crazy. She thrusts her hips against me, whimpering as she begs for more.
I smile up at her pleading eyes. “Tell me what you need, baby. Use your words.”
“More. I need more!” she cries out, desperate.
“More what?” I smirk, teasing her.
“More…fingers. Your…your cock. I need you inside me. I need to feel full of you.”
I snap.
In one fell swoop, I lift her with me, flipping us over and guiding her down on her back as I crawl over her. Her hair spreads out in a mess, sand filtering into the strands. Her shirt and bra are still lifted above her breasts—breasts that are already decorated with the bruises from my mouth. Her face is flushed, impatient, dying to have my cock inside of her.
Her wish is my command.
I sit back on my knees and unbutton my wet jeans. I struggle to slide the wet material down my legs, taking one leg out after the other, avoiding the sand as best I can in my sitting position. My erection strains against my grey boxer briefs, begging to be let loose. I see Ellie’s eyes widen as she takes in my length.
My girth.
She’s forgotten how well she takes me.
That’s okay. She’ll remember soon.
I glide my boxer-briefs down my legs and my erection springs free. Pre-cum drips down the side of my cock, weeping, dying for the girl lying in front of me.
Ellie licks her lips as she watches me move closer to her.
Jesus Christ.
I’m going to come before I’m even inside of her.
