Page 74 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

It wasn’t painful. It was just startling, to suddenly have a guy this large inside me.

I sighed in relief, ignoring the discomfort as my body stretched to accommodate his size.

“Fuck, Shelby!” Wyatt cursed, his tone tense, like he was trying to hold onto his control. “You’re tight, but you feel so damn good. You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I assured him softly. “I need you, Wyatt. Fuck me.”

I’d wanted this man for what seemed like forever, and I wasn’t going to be completely sated until he put out the fire that had been raging between the two of us for weeks now.

I moaned as he pulled back and buried himself again.

I wrapped my legs around him, matching the insanely hot pace that he was starting.

My head rolled back on the pillow. I was completely lost to the fierceness of the passion that flowed between us like molten lava, and I didn’t care if I never found myself again.

There was just Wyatt…

The intense heat that was incinerating me…

And the pulse of my connection to him.

My hips rose for each forceful thrust, our bodies colliding over and over, doing a crazy dance that only the two of us understood.

This was what I’d needed for so long.

“Harder,” I pleaded. “Don’t hold back.”

I wanted everything he had.

I needed to see him lose that iron control of his for once and let go.

He moved one of his hands beneath my ass and yanked my hips up with every stroke, making our bodies connect harder than I could ever manage by doing it myself.

“You’re coming with me,” he demanded, shifting his body and grinding down on my clit with every deep penetration until I thought I was going to lose my mind.

My hands moved down to his upper back. I held on, reaching for anything that would ground me, my short nails digging into his back.

I closed my eyes, my body shaking as my climax started to roll over me like a freight train at max speed.

“Open your eyes, Shelby. Look at me. I want to watch you come this time,” Wyatt ordered.

I’d give him anything he wanted right now, so I opened my eyes, and they instantly clashed with his.

This man could play my body like an instrument, but I could tell by the wild look in his eyes that he was just as affected.

“Wyatt!” I called out with abandon, not caring if the distant neighbors could hear me.

I let go and rolled with my powerful orgasm, trusting Wyatt to catch me when I finally came down.

My inner muscles spasmed and clenched hard, and I knew I’d milked Wyatt to his own release when he threw his head back with a loud, almost tormented groan.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” I chanted, unable to get any different words to leave my lips.

I felt completely destroyed as I panted for breath, my heart ready to pound right out of my chest.

How had I ever gotten to the age of thirty-five without knowing that sex could be this good?

Honestly, I probably knew the answer to that question.

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