Page 67 of Freeing the Wild
I feel as though I’m having an out-of-body experience as Haden teases his cock between my lips, our bodies begging to become one.I don’t know how long we kiss for but I never wantit to end.Haden’s hands never stop moving, never stop touching me, as if he simply can’t get enough.I take in shallow breaths when his lips move to my throat, my collarbone, and then trail down my shoulders.His cock continues its slide through my soaking centre.He’s so solid, and as big as I remember.Big enough to ruin me.
Haden plucks at my nipple with his teeth and my pussy throbs.I squeeze my legs around him harder in search of friction, and shudder.
“More,” I demand, never having felt as confident in my own skin as I do right now.
“You like that?”he asks, biting again, his pinch a little harder this time.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
My back arches and I cry out as his tongue flicks lightly.Another pulse to my aching clit.Every nerve ending in my body is electric and tense with his touch.
“Fuck … why do I want you so badly?”I ask him without thinking.
He moves to my other nipple and I feel him stiffen further.I moan loudly when Haden slides his cock up against me once more and grips my hips so tight I cry.
“Fuuuuck Cassie,” he groans desperately into me, panting and gripping my hips tight as hot ropes of come hit my pussy, my stomach and my thighs before he’s even made his way inside me.Haden isn’t even a little fazed as he slides his still-hard cock against my pussy, through the mix of my arousal and his come.
“Fucking Christ,” he says with a smirk.“If it’s not clear enough by now, I want you more.”
I look down to his come coating me and then kiss him, a huge grin on my face.
“And I never lose,” I tell him with a laugh.
Haden lays a tight, playful slap to my ass.“Brat,” he mutters into my neck.
“Should I write about that one, Cowboy?”
He chuckles as he reaches over for a clean dish towel to clean me up.
“I’ll give it to you.That was a first but”—his eyes find mine as he tosses the towel down, and I see that the playfulness is gone—“I’m nowhere near done with you.I’m fucking desperate to eat.And Cass?This is where you’re gonna wanna take notes.”
Haden drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my thighs, yanking my ass to the edge of the table.I part wider for him, and he grips my calves as he takes in how wet I am for him.The gentle slide of his hands up and down my thighs is sensory overload.
“Your pussy is begging for my tongue,” he muses, nipping my inner thigh.I swear to God I hear him whimper as I inch even closer to his mouth.So close.
“I want your words, baby,” he demands as I look down at him with fire in my eyes.
“Haden, I might fucking die if you don’t put your mouth on me right this second,” I tell him as clearly as I can.
He grins up at me from between my thighs, his muscles straining, his hair a perfect mess.Jesus, he’s a beautiful sight there.
This is how it’ssupposedto be.This vibrant connection that pulls us together in every way.Even when we’re sitting across from each other on the porch or riding side by side on the trail, I want Haden in a way I’ve never wanted a man before.I know in this very second that, after I give myself to him like this, there’s no going back.I barely have time to register what’s happening as he drops a light series of kisses to my clit.My knuckles whiten as I grip the sides of the table and I brace myself.Haden Westbrook is going to fucking ruin me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Haden
I’m past the point of trying to stop this.Wade is probably gonna kill me, I’m definitely going to complicate the next couple weeks, and after she leaves?Hell, I might never recover.But I can’t stop.Not when she’s spread out before me naked—and Jesus, she’s fucking dripping.Even after I just came like a horny teenager from simply sliding my cock through her soaking slit.I have no control with this woman and I don’t want to.I swipe my thumb over her wet clit and then lick her, gathering her sweet taste on my tongue as she cries out.
“Tell me exactly what’s got you this wet, Princess?”
“You,” she breathes out, no hesitation.Fuck, I love her desperate.
“You like that your perfect fucking body tortures me?You like that you made me come just from touching you, that you were the first to ever make methatout of control?”
Her eyes grow bigger as she props herself up to see me run a finger over her soaked slit.
“I don’t like it.Iloveit,” she whimpers.
