Page 60 of The Wingman

“Never mind.” His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow in on me. For a split second I’m about to call abort, because I’ve never, ever seen such intensity on his face before. “Just found everything I’ve ever wanted.”

My body pulses, the room growing hotter with the electricity arcing between us and since I’ve come too far to turn back now, I tug at the sheets and turn from him. He tears his shirt from his body, and it excites me even more.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, feigning innocence. “I’m just trying to tuck the corner of the bedding on here.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?”

“I haven’t been able to get the sheets right since you messed them up.” I make a tsking sound, like this is such a hard chore.

“Yeah, well. You should prepare yourself.”

“Excuse me,” I say doing my best to sound casual when my entire body is about to spontaneously combust.

“That’s not all I’m going to mess up, babe.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You can’t bend over, looking like sex on the bed, without me reacting, but I think this is exactly what you were going for.”

“Do you now. Know me that well?”

“Yeah, I do,” he says and I’m not about to disagree. We’ve been sharing a lot, opening up to each other in so many ways, ways I’d be afraid to do with anyone but him. “You know me too.”

It’s true, I believe I do, but my mind shuts down when his hot hand presses against my spine, and he runs it down until he reaches my ass. I quiver under his direct touch, and my panties dampen even more. He’s going to love finding them sopping wet and it makes me happy to please him.

“It’s like fucking Christmas morning walking in here and finding you like this.” He slides his finger under my skirt and lifts it. “All wrapped up like a perfect present.”

“Now all you have to do is unwrap me,” I say. “And then you get to play with me all night.”

My words do something to him. He shoves my skirt up, and steps back. I wait for his touch but when it doesn’t come, I look at him over my shoulder. His breathing is harsh, labored as his gaze focuses on my ass. I wiggle for him and he growls.

Needing, wanting him to touch me, I beg, “Rider.”

His eyes finally lift, meet mine, and the lust reflected there weakens my body. “Yeah.”

“Touch me, please.”

He runs his warm palm over my ass, kneading me like I’m dough, and I moan in bliss. A second later he rips my lacy panties from my hips and I gasp when he grins at me.

“They were in the way,” he says and slides one thick finger into me.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Up on your knees,” he commands, and I do as he asks, until I’m down on all fours on the bed, his to do with as he pleases.

“Like this?” I ask.

“Exactly like that.” He finger-fucks me for a few seconds, and pleasure centers in my core. His finger stills inside me and I whimper.

“Fuck my finger,” he growls. I move back and forth on his finger and he slides a second one in. “You are so goddamn sexy, I’m going to lose it.”

“I want your cock inside me,” I murmur. “I want you to fill me and fuck me. Hard and soft. I want you to pound against me, burying yourself in me deep. I want you to make a goddamn mess of me, Rider,” I say, my voice breathless as I lose myself in my need for this man.

“Yeah, that’s it. Tell me everything.”

I blink, hardly able to believe who I am with this man, but liking that girl very much. “I want it all and I want it now,” I say.

“You’re going to get it all. Before we’re done, I’m going to fill you with my cum. I’ve already filled your sexy mouth, and your sweet cunt, now it’s time for me to fill you here,” he says, as he probes my back opening. I gasp and stop moving and his hand stills. My mind races. I’ve never had anal sex before. Never wanted to, but with Rider, I want to experience it all. As my mind settles on the idea, I begin moving again, encouraging him to pick up where he left off.

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