Page 66 of Wild

I grab a condom, rolling it on and give myself a few hard pulls. She watches all of my movements, never taking her eyes off me.

“Do you like watching me touch myself?” I ask in a husky voice.

She bites her lip, those blue eyes of her eyes giving me the answer I need.

I grab her hips and yank her toward the end of the bed.

Leaning over her body I remind her with a whisper, “You scream, I gag you. Understood?”

She nods.

In one smooth movement I’m inside her and I literally sigh in relief. It’s been torture waiting to sink into her warm pussy.

Her lips part with a breath and I can’t help but wonder if she’s feeling the same.

“Harder,” she begs, and I curse under my breath.

This girl will be my undoing.

I oblige her, more than happy to do so.

She whimpers and presses a hand over her mouth to stifle any noise she makes.

I want to tell her it won’t be enough when I make her scream, but I can’t find the words to speak. I can feel the tendons in my neck sticking out as I fight to keep myself quiet too. I feel like a teenager again, struggling not to get caught. There’s something exciting about it—the desperation to stay quiet.

I lower my head to the crook of her neck, pressing my lips to her sweat dampened skin. We’ll both need a shower after this and if she even thinks for one second, I’m letting her shower alone she’s sorely mistaken.

“H-Hollis,” she pants, her nails raking down my chest. “I-I’m—”

“Fall baby,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.”

Her eyes nearly roll back into her head as she falls over the edge into blissful pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezes my cock and with a groan I follow her over, helpless to stop it.

“Mia,” I exhale against her skin, kissing her collarbone.

“I know,” she, brushes her fingers through my hair. “I know,” she repeats.

I pull out of her, getting rid of the condom. I then lay back down beside her, both of us struggling to regain our breath.

I recover first and haul her naked body over my shoulder.

“Hollis,” she hisses. “What are you doing?”

I smack her bare ass and she jolts. “Washing your sexy body, that’s what I’m going to do,” I warn her, setting her down in the bathroom.

She watches as I turn the shower on, letting it warm, before I pull her inside. I don’t have any fancy smelly girly shit, so she’ll have to make do with my soap—which might undo me, knowing she’s going to smell like me all fucking day.

I watch the water sluice over her breasts and she smirks.

“Like what you see, Wilder?”

I force my eyes to meet hers. “You know I do.”

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, standing on her tiptoes.

“I’ve never had shower sex,” she confesses. “Care to show me how it’s done?”

My body roars to life once more at her words. “You fucking bet.”

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