Page 106 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

I moved my hand, stroking the outline of his huge cock as he ravaged my lips like a man who was famished.

It wasn’t sweet.

It wasn’t tender.

And it definitely wasn’t gentle.

We devoured each other’s mouths with the voracious hunger of two people that had been deprived of what we wanted for way too long.

I moaned against that marauding mouth, desperate to be as close to this man as I could possibly get.

My core clenched in anticipation, and heat flooded between my thighs, my entire body feeling like it was being incinerated.

“Wyatt,” I gasped as he let me breathe, his mouth wandering to my neck, my shoulders, and the top of my breasts. Anywhere his wicked lips could touch bare skin, and there was a lot of it with this particular dress I was wearing.

“Your ribs—”

“Are completely healed,” I interrupted. “Fuck me, Wyatt. You’re not going to hurt me. We both need this so badly.”

He pulled my adoring hand away from his crotch and lifted the hem of my dress.

He used brute strength to tear my panties and get to my pussy.

Obviously, he’d reached the end of his patience, and I relished the completely neanderthal behavior.

The feel of his fingers sliding into my wet heat with a relentless purpose made my entire body shiver with need.

“You’re so damn wet,” Wyatt growled next to my ear.

I gasped as his finger stroked hard on my clit, and then I moaned as he did it over and over until I thought I was going to lose my mind.

“Is this what you need, babe?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Make me come, Wyatt. Please.”

I’d wanted him to touch me for so long that I could already feel my orgasm building.

I moved my hips, literally riding his hand, my body pleading for release.

“Oh, God, Wyatt!” I called out as my legs trembled and I imploded.

He held me as I melted down, gripping my ponytail and tilting my head back so he could see my face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” Wyatt said right before he kissed me.

I sighed against his lips, but my hunger for him wasn’t even close to satisfied.

I clawed at his T-shirt, needed to feel our bodies skin to skin.

He obliged by yanking off his shirt and tossing it aside before he jerked my dress over my head. I was braless, and the covetous look in Wyatt’s eyes undid me.

“I’m probably going to hate myself for this later,” he rasped as he threw my dress to the floor and shucked his jeans and boxer briefs. “But I need my cock inside your wet, hot pussy right fucking now.”

He picked up my nude body, and the moment my back met the wall, I knew I was going to getexactlywhat I needed.

Shelby

“Tell me what you want,” Wyatt demanded. “You want my cock, babe?”

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