Page 54 of The Reading

His grip on my hip tightened, his fist tangled in my hair, and then his tongue snaked out to invade all my senses. My hands latched onto the fabric of his shirt, and it was all I could do to stay on my feet. After fifteen years of wondering what it would feel like to be in Wyatt Valinsky’s arms, I was finally where I’d always wanted to be, and it felt just as I’d always hoped for.

“Fuck, I could kiss you forever,” he growled against my lips. “All of it, I could do it forever.”

I didn’t care about modesty. My questions had started out as a way to test the waters, but that was before his lips touched mine. That was before he told me everything that he wanted to do to me. That was before I was in over my head.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I really did start to climb him like a spider monkey. Wyatt’s hands immediately grabbed onto the back of my thighs, and before I knew it, I was straddling him on the couch, his hardness a wonderful discovery beneath me.

“Just so you know, I’ve waited fifteen years for you,” he rasped against the tender skin on my neck. “I’m probably going to disgrace myself the first time.”

“That’s fine,” I quickly rushed out as I leaned back to remove his shirt. “We have all night.”

“You’re fucking killing me,” he groaned. Still, that didn’t stop him from yanking on my dress strap, ripping it down my shoulder.

Wyatt’s lips were on the swell of my right breast, and I couldn’t remember a man’s lips ever feeling so sinful on my skin. My eyes closed as my head dropped back, the sound of my dress tearing some more thrumming in my ears.

Soon, I felt Wyatt’s lips latch onto my bare nipple, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from my soul. He used his tongue, teeth, and lips to pleasure the sensitive nub, and I knew that Wyatt’s skill tongue was going to be the death of me once he got between my legs.

Shamelessly, I started running my heat across his hard length, and I knew that it wasn’t going to take much to get me off. The thin gusset of my lace panties wasn’t much protection from the roughness of his jeans, so all I had to do was rub myself against him just right…

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered against my flesh. “You taste better than I had ever imagined.”

“Wyatt…so good…” I moaned.

I was rubbing myself against him when I felt his hands slide underneath my dress, his palms warm on my bare thighs. My body ignited when his hand yanked at my panties and the ripping sound added to that of my dress.

Even though I knew what was coming next, I wasn’t prepared for how sinful it felt when his fingers slid through my wetness. I was slick, hot, and ready.

“Oh, God…” I whimpered.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

My hips started moving faster, and I had no shame as I rode his fingers. I had no shame with how wet I was all around him. I had no shame that I had ruined our dinner plans. This moment was fifteen years in the making, and I didn’t regret not taking it slow.

“Fuck, Chanel,” he groaned around sucking my nipple. “You’re pussy’s so fucking tight, baby. It feels like fucking paradise around my fingers.”

“Don’t stop,” I demanded. “I’m going to cum, Wyatt…oh, God…don’t stop…”

“Not on your life,” he growled. “Never.”

It wasn’t long before I was cumming all over Wyatt’s fingers, and it was powerful enough to almost knock me unconscious. I had no idea how I was going to survive cumming with him inside me, but I wasn’t going to chicken out now.

“Oh, God…” I mewled as my head dropped on his shoulder.

“Just wait until my dick is buried deep inside you, baby,” he grunted.

“Please, Wyatt,” I begged, not caring anymore.

*****

Wyatt~

Iwas losing my mind, but in the best possible way. If I ended up in a straitjacket after this, then I was fine with that. As long as I got to experience Chanel Ainsley at least once in my life, then I was good with whatever happened next.

Even though she was still twitching around my fingers, I couldn’t wait any longer. “Baby, I need you,” I told her honestly.

Knowing exactly how I was feeling, Chanel lifted her ass from my lap, and I used that little bit of freedom to unfasten my jeans at the speed of light. Shoving them down my thighs, I barely had them around my knees before I was grabbing Chanel by her hips and dragging her wet cunt across my bare dick.

Sweet fuck.

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