Page 84 of So Wild

“It’s not a bad thing. I just didn’t realise how much you needed it, but I do now.” His fingers plunged deep, making her want his cock with a fierceness that almost frightened her. “We’re going to play together. Play together rough, you understand?”

She could have said no, she felt that sincerely, but the truth was she didn’t want to. She wasn’t going to buy in to all this bullshit about her wanting the games but she did like being tied up and she liked the heat coming off Scott, the sense that he could and would do anything he wanted with her body. She tugged against her bonds just to feel how constricted she was. “Yes.”

“Good. If you don’t want to do anything, you can say ‘windowsill’ okay?”

“Okay.”

“If you don’t say windowsill, I’m going to assume that you want me to keep going even if you say no or stop, and Samantha?”

“Yes?”

“If I get the impression you’re not enjoying this, or that you’re scheming some little scheme to get revenge on me after I’m done, I’m going to stop everything, okay?”

“Yes, fine,” she said, thinking that he was all talk. What guy could walk away from sex when it was so blatantly on the table? Let alone a guy who, by his own admission, had spent more than a decade wanting her? No man was that knightly, not even Scott.

“I can see you don’t believe me,” Scott said, his tone almost conversational. “That’s going to go badly for you.”

Sam smiled. She thought Scott would withdraw his fingers from her and go back to his second base-torture, but he didn’t. He buried his face between her legs, licking hard and fast as his fingers pumped deep. Last night he’d gone slow, letting her get used to him. This was different. He was rough, rasping his tongue over her folds in a way that said it was for his enjoyment and not her pleasure.

“You smell so good,” he said. “You taste good, too. You’re not going to come though, I can promise you that.”

Sam lay back, determined to let him have his fun, but he was right. She was so aroused it hurt, but whenever she got close he shifted, changing his technique so she couldn’t come. Soon she was chewing her mouth trying not to scream. “Scott?”

He looked up. “Samantha?”

“Can you please…?”

“Please what?”

“Christ, you’re being obnoxious.”

“Do I have to remind you that you drew a vagina on my face?”

Fair enough. She bit down on her lower lip, her teeth settling into the previous indentations, and she swallowed her pride. “Can you please let me come?”

He knelt off the bed and pulled down his jogging pants. “How about you beg me a little for it first?”

Sam gritted her teeth. She could refuse, but she could sense from Scott’s energy that he wasn’t fucking around. He would leave.

She lifted her hips to press against him. “Scott, please give me your cock?”

A smirk. “Say it again.”

Fucking hell…“Scott, please give me your cock?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Sam had to close her eyes to keep from screaming at the arrogant prick. “Yes. Okay, I want your cock! I want it now. Give it to me.”

He glanced up at her, amused triumph in his eyes. “Okay, wild girl. I’ll give it to you.”

Scott moved off the bed and shirked his clinging briefs. His cock sprang free and even from her tricky angle, Sam could see it was a nice one, long and thick without any weird bends or bulges. A few seconds later she was seeing a lot more of it.

Scott knelt beside her face, his erection inches from her mouth.

“Open wide,” he said, his voice harder than she’d ever heard it. Sam could smell the heat of male sweat and as she stared up at Scott’s handsome face, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, her core pulled tight.

I want him so badly.I’ve never wanted anyone this fucking badly.

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