Page 112 of Concealed

Wyatt shoves all of my sandwich-making materials aside and then lifts me onto the edge of the countertop. “If it’s all the same to you, right here is good.”

I start to give him a smartass answer, but his mouth finds mine and takes control like he owns it – because he does. His lips are eager and insistent, but he’s taking his time, kissing me slowly and tasting me like I’m his favorite meal.

When I part my lips, he slides into my mouth and I moan, immediately sucking on his tongue. Things have moved so quickly for us, but I’m so excited about our future without the smallest hint of anxiety.

When you know, you know.

After wasting too much of my life with a terrible man, I’m not about to let the perfect one walk away. No matter what sacrifices that I have to make, Wyatt is worth it. Being his girl is worth it.

And I can’t wait to take his cock in my mouth.

I can’t wait to fuck him in every possible position and find new favorites.

I can’t wait to include him in every part of my life and get to know him better than anyone else on the planet.

Heat blooms between my legs, and I couldn’t keep still if my life depended on it.

All from a kiss.

All from him.

My hands are propelled into motion, and I’m touching every part of him that I can reach. Needing his bare skin, I push under his shirt and revel in the hard planes of his muscles, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer with my heels digging into his ass.

He groans into my mouth and presses his hard cock between my legs, my breath catching in my throat. Wetness slicks my thighs as he dips his head and devours my neck.

“If you keep doing that to me, I’m not responsible for what comes next,” I moan.

He pulls back for a minute and gives me a look of total and utter possession. If I’ve ever wondered if I belong to him, he’s making it clear with everything he isn’t saying right now – I unequivocally do.

“Oh, babe, it’s gonna be you who comes next,” he guarantees.

We need to do this together, and we need it right now. It’s so important to erase everything else except us with nothing and nobody in the way of our future.

Our movements are clumsy and hurried, lacking all finesse as we wildly tear at each other’s clothes. He gets my yoga pants off one leg, and I free his cock from the zipper on his jeans, deciding that it’s good enough.

I grip the base of his shaft and direct him to my opening, rubbing the head all over my dripping wet pussy.

My immediate, visceral response should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. His cock is hot steel in my fist, proving he wants me just as badly.

“Fuck,” Wyatt groans. “We need to go upstairs and get a condom. I didn’t think this plan through. I legit thought you’d make me watch you eat a sandwich first.”

I giggle and playfully swat at him. “I’m on the pill. You good with that, Officer Dreamy?”

I’ve been militant about not getting pregnant because having Matt’s child would have been an insurmountable nightmare. And I’ll still be diligent about protection because having children is important enough to be planned with the right man at the right time.

Wyatt’s answer to my question is to press inside me, the first few inches of his cock stretching me where I’m most sensitive. Over,

And over,

And over.

I’m so worked up that every slow drag of his cock has me moaning manically. He moves unhurriedly inside me and then back out, entering me so many times that I lose count. I’m mindless with wanting him, trying desperately to push down and take all of him.

“Greedy girl,” he murmurs.

“Do you want me to beg? I will. Please, Wyatt, fuck me. I need to feel all of you right now.”

“You’re lucky I’m too jacked up to refuse you. I’d love nothing more than to tease you all–”

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