Page 99 of The Wildest Ride

They were both breathing heavily when he finally broke the kiss, chests rising and falling in time. As if the movement drew his eye, AJ’s attention dropped to her chest. Her breath caught when his hands replaced his eyes. A moan escaped her as he cupped her and began rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.

His name slipped out on a sigh. “AJ...”

He groaned. “Mmmm. Yes, Lil?”

She didn’t know. She wanted him to hurry up and to never stop at the same time as she wanted him standing naked while she kneeled in front of him and worshipped him with her mouth.

He moaned in her ear like he could not only see everything she thought, but that he wanted it all just as bad as she did, and a wave of pleasure rolled through her, nearly breaking her apart in the process.

“Take your clothes off,” she urged.

He didn’t say anything, just obeyed. His shirt flew off first. She didn’t notice where. She was busy pressing kisses across his newly bare chest as he pushed his pants down his hips.

Naked, he was otherworldly. Her heart stuttered and she wondered if she would ever be able to get used to him. Of course she wouldn’t, though. Perfection never ceased to amaze, and she wouldn’t have him long enough to even test the theory. But she wouldn’t let thoughts like that dampen the moment. Not when she had him hot and hard and at her command.

“Lie down,” she said.

He obeyed.

She took him in her hand and wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing firmly and evenly as she slowly began to move her fist up and down.

He moaned her name: “Lil.”

Then she replaced her hands with her mouth. His body jerked and the noise he made didn’t sound like any single word.

He shuddered, one hand coming to grip her loose braid. He wound it around in his palm, twice, gently increasing the pressure of the pull as she took more of him in with each bob of her head.

She continued until the pressure neared boiling for both of them, stopping only when he reached his hands down, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her up to capture her mouth with his own. She shivered, her nipples tightening against his chest, setting off even more electric charges along her skin.

There was a slight growl to his voice as he said, “That was wonderful, darlin’, but I don’t want the party to be over before I get to any of the things I had in mind.”

She shuddered, desperate for him to do each and every thing that he might be thinking, but unwilling to admit it.

His grin stretched fully across his face and the chipped tooth that looked so charming when he smiled for the cameras suddenly took on a more predatory look.

He trailed his palms down her sides to her hips, each finger slowly caressing the outer edge of her breasts along the way. When each hand arrived, he gripped and lifted her hips and adjusted his own so that he was positioned just outside of her entrance.

She shuddered, her entire being now focused on the juncture where their bodies nearly merged. She tried to wiggle closer only to have him stop the movement of her hips with his hands.

Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she moaned his name: “AJ.”

“Lilian. Lilian. Lilian. It’s too late. I must have you now.” He repeated her name like a prayer before pressing a soft kiss against her temple. “You’re perfect.”

He shifted her body slightly and slid inside of her, threatening to send her hurtling over the edge.

Her inner muscles squeezed around him, pulsing around him. She cried out his name, fearing there wasn’t anything left of her to fall apart. He shook his head.

“Hold on, Lil. Ride’s not done yet.” His words ripped out between clenched teeth and rough exhales, but he didn’t slow and she didn’t, either.

Instead, her hips lifted to meet his, her rhythm driven not by his demand, but hers. The storm brewing inside promised to tear apart even the memory of who she was. No one would be able to put her together again.

“That’s it,” AJ gritted out.

The pressure built, strangely emanating from her chest, and the sound that came out of her was somewhere between a cry and a moan.

Heat flooded her, so much she knew she was on the verge of melting, and as it rose, AJ’s rhythm skipped a beat.

He shuddered but held, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulsated, ready to explode. The knowledge that he was near climax, teetering as she was on the brink of something far larger than a simple orgasm, pushed her over the edge.

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