Page 57 of Wrong Pucking Player

My curious fingers are already fiddling to claim their grand prize as my nostrils catch a whiff as the scent of her arousal tickles the inner walls of my nose. I moan into her mouth and allow my eyes to close briefly, just so I can hone in on the feeling of my fingertips gathering that first layer of slick.

My girl gets so wet for me.

If we were anywhere else, there wouldn’t be a second thought in my mind. I’d be between those curvy thick thighs and devouring her as I did in our little hiding place in Mikayla’s house.

Fucking in everyone else’s house seems to be a pattern between us.

When I dare put my two fingers into her, she moans. Breaking the kiss gives her the chance to inhale sharply when I move my fingers out until the tips are gathering more of her wetness.

Then I’m diving them back in.

“W-Wyatt,” she pants.

The worry in her eyes is obvious, but I can see the other emotion that she’s fighting to hide.

The growing lust that’s getting stronger and stronger while the thrill of this moment makes her pupils dilate by the second.

It’s now or never.

I have the intention of doing what I want to make my woman cum right here and now.

“I’ll be fast,” I assure her with that forbidden husky voice and lean down so I can whisper in her ear. “So, my Wildflower better be a quiet mouse, or Armani may hear just how naughty we’re being on his couch.”

She doesn’t need to say a word as to whether this is turning her on. Her pussy walls that snake my fingers that very second are enough of a confirmation that she’s loving this madness of a ride that’s pushing our limits.

I’m not one to chase the thrill in sexual experiences, especially “public” ones, but once again, Mackenzie makes me do the craziest, boldest things I’d never comprehend achieving otherwise.

The best medicine to bring out the devil inside me.

My fingers begin pumping before I can tame myself. The swift movement contributes to the build of her moans and whimpers that are muffled by her mouth.

My cock is pressing against my pants, wishing to be squeezed by these hot, spasming pussy walls and enjoy being milked the moment she rides the high of her orgasm. Just thinking about it makes me growl into her mouth, as my fingers proceed to pump faster and faster.

I know it’ll only be a matter of seconds before my Xandra is cumming all over my fingers, so I break the kiss so I can lean back enough and watch her go completely undone.

She uses her hand to cover her mouth, just as her orgasm washes through her like a tidal wave. With a final sink of my fingers, she’s quivering beneath me as her back arches. Her pussy squeezes my two fingers so tightly as I feel my own precum oozing from the tip of my erect cock.

It takes everything to tame myself not to do what my body is begging for, using the image of Xandra coming down from her euphoria as an excuse to reel in my own urges.

This moment is to appease and let her not freak out about earlier. You’ll get your moment to fuck her all night long.

Once I set my mind on something, I have nothing but confidence that it would unfold in my favor.

Pulling my fingers out, I watch as she catches her breath and admires the way I don’t hesitate to put those same fingers into my mouth. I suck on them slowly. The exaggerated pace is doing crazy things to my woman as she watches every movement and listens to the slurping suck action I’m giving my fingers with my mouth.

Let her imagine what it would be like to have me licking her juices up.

Her whole face is red, lips parted, shoulders moving up and down so she can try to catch her breath faster. Heck, her hair tie is gone, which is why her hair is down, wild and free.

That may have been my fault.

I don’t remember pulling out of place.

Oh, well.

Plopping those fingers out of my mouth, I lean down and give her one final kiss. It’s sexually rich with promise, as though this is my only way to tell her that this isn’t over between us.

It isn’t.

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