Page 44 of Reign By Wrath

“Holy shit.”

...sliding into me.

I fought against my natural urge to tense, taking him as deep and far as he’d go. Wilder propped on the post, shielding me from the porch light. I don’t know why but calm and safety filled me. There, beneath my strong and powerful Wilder, I’d always be safe. He’d never let anything happen to me.

“I love you,” we said at the same time, then laughed.

“That’s the second time we’ve done that,” I said.

“Second time we’ve done this too.” Wilder started pumping—slow and deliciously deep. “Hope I measure up to the first.”

“Only you could compete with yourself.” I tugged him down, kissing through a ragged moan. Wilder was striking at a particularly interesting angle, and the swaying swing made sure he hit it on all sides. I was heading for number two fast. “Every time with you is perfect.”

Wilder pumped harder. I grabbed his ass, feeling the muscles move and flex with each thrust. Our moans hit the porch roof and escaped, dancing on the night air.

My nails pierced his skin as number two hit me, exploding a million billion fireworks behind my eyes.

Pulling out, he scraped my bottom lip between his teeth, then kissed me sweet. “Lick me clean.”

I blinked, my red cheeks coming back fast. “I thought I was in charge.”

“You are. It’s what you were going to say you wanted next.”

“Wow.” A grin tugged at my lips. “You are smooth, O’Rourke. No one can deny that. But...” I sat up, looking at him through hooded eyes. “Your cock in my mouth is exactly what I wanted next. Crazy how you read my mind.”

I bent at the waist, getting eye level with the oversized beast I was putting in my mouth. People made cracks about guys with big muscles and small dicks, but Wilder put all those digs to shame. There was nothing small about it as it stretched my lips and filled my mouth. The taste of me coated my tongue, and I moaned—feeling his thighs contract beneath my hands again.

My eyes popped open.

It wasn’t the two fingers sliding past my folds that startled me. I was quite used to that. It was the thumb gently probing myotherhole, asking for permission.

This was new. I never thought about trying what he was clearly proposing, but only because my imagination didn’t stretch that far yet. Whatever new things the guys wanted to do, I wanted to do.

That’s how a girl learns what she likes.

I nodded around him, sucking harder. He grunted short and sharp, sending a bolt of lightning through my core. I loved making him make that sound. It was only our second time and I was already addicted.

Wilder dipped inside me, then teased my juices around my hole. Dear Thor, why was he so sinfully sexy?

I squirmed as he slid inside both holes. Discomfort rocked me, and I bore down around him.

“Easy, baby.” He ran his fingers through my hair, soft and soothing against my scalp. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

I took a moment to get used to the sensation. After a beat, my head started bobbing, taking him in deeper and deeper down my throat. Wasn’t that the universal sign for go time?

Must be because Wilder started moving too. In. Out. In. Out. Working three fingers inside me and picking up his pace as he went.

The discomfort disappeared, leaving behind only satisfying pleasure. What kind of naughty triangle did we make? I could only imagine what the guys would think if they looked out the window and saw us. Were they turned on? Were they furiously stroking their cocks and wishing my lips were around them right then? Were they seconds away from making that happen?

A sudden vision of Wilder, Cato, Lucien, Rafael, Victor, and Adonis tag-teaming me popped into my head.

“Hphm!” I bent my back in half, coming so violently on his fingers that I fell out of the hammock, Wilder coming out of my mouth with a “pop.” Too late, he was already coming. Hot ropes of cum shot out, doubling him over and ripping all the delicious grunts and moans I collected from him.

I gasped on the wooden slats—too dizzy and humming on the aftershocks of my orgasm to feel any pain.

“And that’s three,” Wilder said. “How’d you end up down there?”

“Feel free to pick me up at any time.”

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