Page 41 of Finding Their Place

“Yeah, and if you don’t hurry, number two is going to have me creaming all over my hand instead of your cock.”

“Can’t have that.”

He tore the shirt from his body, and I moaned like a whore while pressing two fingers into my sopping pussy. He was a little taller than Garrett, but their builds were similar—cut muscles…dips and valleys I wanted to lick. Bite. “Show me the rest,” I whispered, my hips rising as I finger fucked myself.

He shoved off his jeans and kicked them aside, and the second he wrapped his big hand around his dick, my pussy pulsed—and I came.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my back arching, losing sight of his gorgeous body as my core squeezed around my fingers. “Wyatt…please. Forget that feast—” I gasped through my climax. “It’s been t-too long. Fuck.” A hard swallow accompanied my last body tremor. “Just fill me up. Wreck me.”

A crinkle of the condom wrapper sounded, and panting, I came down from my high in time to watch him crawl over the bed toward me, shoulder muscles flexing. Smoldering blue eyes catching my skin on fire.

I grabbed hold of his length to put him where I needed him, and he took my mouth, sliding deep into my slick core in one slow push.

Goddamn…

I moaned long and loud, and he cursed something about how tight I was. Hearing beyond the ringing in my ears wasn’t possible. He filled me to my breaking point, and the second he rocked his hips, thrusting a little deeper…

“Oh…fuck, yes,” I hissed. All the feels shuddered over me—butterflies, euphoria, contentment and yet longing for more.

Wyatt was a book boyfriend come to life, too good to be true. And holy hell, was I into him as deep as his length in my core.

His drag along my inner walls while backing out sent shivers over my skin, and I clutched at him with my heels and hands.

“No,” I whimpered, desperate to keep him inside me.

He propped onto his elbows, taking some of his weight off me. “Not going anywhere, sweet Haley.” Wyatt glided into my pussy, his eyes on mine, both of us gasping for breath. “Are you going to let me love on you all night long?”

“Yes…oh God, Wyatt…” His name came strangled from my throat as he began to thrust in steady rhythm, every snap of his hips at the end of his thrusts brushing the tip of his dick against my cervix. Just shy of painful and a total fucking turn-on.

No man had been inside me so deeply, and no man had moved like he did, every grind of his hips rubbing his pelvis over my clit.

Wyatt wrapped his hands around my head, his thumbs brushing over my lips before taking my mouth in a kiss that curled my toes.

I was good and truly fucked—in more ways than one.

14

Wyatt

I needed a diversion from the distraction Haley had promised and delivered. She felt too fucking good clasped around my aching dick. The flowery scent of her skin and sweet musk of her cum was an aphrodisiac that tightened my balls up, ready to release again like I was some teenager rather than a thirty-year-old man who’d been around the block a time or ten.

And her mouth…goddamn, I loved the feel of that bit of flesh on mine almost as much as I liked the sass and honesty she let loose from her lips.

Thrusting into Haley’s tight sheath while fucking my tongue with hers was like drowning and coming home at the same time.

I’d been floating aimlessly all day long in a sea of emotions, and Haley offered grounding. Focus, when I’d floundered in my new reality.

I wrapped her up in my arms, but I wanted her inside my soul, offering me comfort when I needed it most.

“You feel so fucking good, Haley.” I groaned and thrust harder, needing to be deeper—so fucking imbedded inside her she couldn’t get rid of me. Wouldn’t be able to abandon me. “So wet. So tight. So fucking right.”

“Wyatt,” she breathed against my lips, the sound of my name on her lips seizing my balls even higher. “Touch my clit. Wanna come again.”

Unable to keep from clutching her against me, I shifted my hips and ground over her pelvis, giving her what she needed.

“Oh fuck…yes. Just like that.” She whimpered, trying to arch in my hold.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl.” I repeated the motion, over and over until she trembled. “Want you to come.” My voice had gone haggard, on the verge of breaking along with the rest of my body. “Need your cum all over my dick—”

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