Page 98 of You Had Me At Thirteen

‘My cousin.’

‘I heard you,’ I say, attempting to pull away from him. My face flushes with the realisation that I’m a total idiot, and I probably shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.

‘Will you stop ignoring me now?’ Wren bends to my level, pressing his forehead to mine and taking in a deep breath.

‘No.’

A growl erupts from his chest, before he throws me over his shoulder and walks up the stairs and into my bedroom. I’m thrown onto my bed before Wren strips his shirt off and climbs on top of me, pushing a knee between my legs.

‘You drive me fucking insane,’ he says as he tugs my shorts down my thighs. ‘You hear me? Fucking. Insane.’

‘Yeah, well the feeling’s mutual,’ I say, shoving my hand into Wren’s shorts. ‘I want this inside me.’

He groans, and yanks on my legs, pulling me to the side of the bed. My pussy throbs in anticipation when Wren kneels, shoving my legs apart. With each kiss he presses to the insides of my thighs, I’m squirming, trying to move closer so he’ll give me what I want. What I need.

Wren chuckles against my soaked flesh, his warm breath heating me further. ‘Is this what you want, baby?’ His tongue caresses my clit, sending a wave of pleasure burning through me.

I nod. ‘Yes, Wren. Please.’

He growls against me and uses his tongue to spread my lips before fucking me with it. The silky strands of his thick dark hair tickle the insides of my thighs when I clench them around his head, and each moan I make fills the room, sending Wren into a frenzy as he punishes my vagina with his tongue and teeth.

‘I want you inside me. Now,’ I say before I’m too far gone to say anything.

He moves so fast, his pants barely past his arse before he’s shoving his dick inside of me.

‘Do you know what you do to me, Matilda? You. Make. Me. Crazy.’ He slows his movements, slamming into me as he grunts out each word, his lips hot against my chest.

‘Fuck,’ I say, gripping my quilt cover as I wrap my legs around Wren’s bare arse, squeezing him so tight, he struggles to pull back.

Within seconds, Wren grabs my shirt, ripping it down the middle to bare my chest to him. With one of my nipples between his teeth, he bites down, pain shooting through my breast, my pussy throbbing with the need to own him. He massages the other, pinching my nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

‘You feel so good,’ I say, my back arching, exposing my neck.

Wren’s skin is feverish, his hair clinging to his forehead, just the way I like it, so I push my fingers through it, letting it slip between them as I watch his face, his lips as they part, his eyes as they roll back in his head each time he slides inside me. I do to him what he does to me. This is his way of showing me.

‘Matilda. Fuck,’ he says. ‘I need to stop.’

Wren pulls out of me, dropping to his knees to press his mouth to my clit again. He moans, his tongue dancing along my aching flesh, sending my hips moving to the rhythm of his tongue. I’m so close, my grip on his hair tightening, my legs gripping the sides of his face, but Wren pulls away, leaving me panting and writhing on the bed to get closer.

‘Not yet, beautiful. I’m not done with you,’ he says while flipping me onto my front. He brings a hand down and slaps my arse, letting the sting from his palm tingle over the skin, before he slams into me again.

I cry out, throwing my head back against his chest, clawing at any part of his body I can get a hold of.

‘I can’t get enough,’ he says against the back of my neck.

Christ.

Neither can I.

‘Wren.’ My fingernails dig into his thighs, clawing and marking his skin like I own him.

‘I know baby,’ he says, his breath tickling over the skin between my neck and collarbone. ‘I’m close too. Come with me.’

With my back to his front, Wren circles my clit. Sweat covers my body, the sound and scent of sex filling my room. Our bodies slide against each other before Wren wraps an arm around my waist so he can fuck me harder.

My orgasm crushes me, my legs giving way at the same time Wren spills into me. With his muscular arms wrapped around my waist, he pumps into me a couple more times. Cum, both mine and his, slips down my thighs, when Wren pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed, sucking in air, and pulling me down next to him. As we lay there, wrapped up in each other, Wren strokes my hair, twisting it in his fingers.

‘Til?’ he says, his voice soft.

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