Page 63 of Pucking Wild

“Yes,” he says, voice tight.

I brush my lips against his shoulder in a featherlight touch as my fingers trail down his arm to his wrist. “Will you protect me, Ryan? Will you make me feel good?”

“Tess…”

“Tell me you don’t need it too,” I say, my forehead pressed against his shoulder. “Tell me, after the stress of the last few days, that you aren’t aching for some relief. Tell me you don’t want to feel something right now…just for a moment. Tell me—”

I don’t finish the words as he turns in my arms, our lips colliding in a fevered kiss. He claims all my air, opening my mouth and plunging in with his tongue. I nearly forgot how good he was at this. I want to savor him this time. I want to brand the memory of his kisses against my lips.

His crutch clatters to the floor. When we kissed before, I made him keep his hands behind his back. Now he’s got his hands on my shoulders, brushing up my neck to cup my face.

I arch into him. “Touch me. Please, God, finish what I started.”

My plea unleashes him. With a desperate groan, he digs one hand into my hair, tipping my neck back as he devours my mouth with kisses. His other hand follows the curve of my breast. He curses softly against my lips as he palms me, barely getting a handful.

“If I had to see you naked one more fucking time and not touch you, I was gonna die,” he whispers against my mouth.

“Touch me,” I order. “Ryan, please—touch me anywhere. Everywhere—”

I’m left panting for air as he drops his head down, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh god—” I cry, both my hands digging into his hair. I hold on as he flicks and teases with his tongue, driving me crazy. Meanwhile his left hand works my other breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

My pussy is soaked. I can feel the heat growing between my legs. I’m desperate for more. I need friction. I need his warm tongue and fingers and the rub of his stubbled cheeks on my thighs. Fuck, I needhim.

“Ryan,” I whimper. “I need…”

“Say it,” he says, his mouth still on my breast.

“I need it,” I beg, feeling incoherent as he winds me up tight. My whole body is shaking with anticipation and the aching desire to feel this release.

“Tell me.” He bites down on my nipple.

“Ahh—fuck—I need to come,” I cry out, my hands tightening in his hair. “Please, Ryan—please, baby, I need to come. I need to come so fucking bad,” I whine, pulling his face up and pressing his lips back to mine.

His right hand wraps around my nape, holding me secure, as he drops his left hand down. With no preamble or teasing whatsoever, he works two fingers right through my slick pussy and shoves them up inside me.

“Fuck—god—” I practically scream, clenching around his fingers.

He works his fingers in and out, his thumb joining the effort on my clit, eagerly trying to bring forth the soul-shattering orgasm I’m so desperately craving. I hold his shoulders as we kiss, sucking and biting each other’s lips like crazed animals.

“You’re so wet,” he groans. “Tess, I’m dying—”

I squeeze my thighs around his hand. “Get the toy,” I say breathlessly. “The bullet, the green one—”

“I don’t need a fucking toy. I can make you see stars all on my own.”

“Sharing is caring,” I tease. “There is no “I” in team—ahh—”

He nips my neck right over my hammering pulse point, which shuts me up.

I drop my hands back to his shoulders. “Ryan, please.”

He pulls his fingers from my cunt, leaving me clenching on nothing. Both his hands cup my face, the fingers of his left hand slick with my arousal. I feel it against my cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he says with a smirk, those apple green eyes blown black with hunger. “I have no problem with toys. But I’m not giving away my first shot with Tess Owens. I’m not taking the assist. This orgasm ismine. Now, get on the fucking bed.”

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