Page 79 of Wrong Pucking Player

I’ll have to leave that for dessert.

“Change of plans, Baby,” I whisper when I crawl onto the bed. She doesn’t stand a chance in asking me what I mean because I swiftly turn her onto her stomach before tugging her back so I’m right between her spread legs.

“If I don’t fuck this pussy with your ass up in my fucking face, I’ll lose my mind.”

I really will because I’m losing my sanity from not being inside her already.

“Wya— AH!” I slap her ass when she tries to say my name, my hand already rubbing the splintering red spot with the intention of slapping it again.

I take the chance to further spread her legs, getting a glimpse of her dripping pussy that makes my mouth water.

This woman is taunting me in every way possible.

“You don’t want to go home tonight, do you?” I taunt as I move between her legs and take a long lap of her wet folds. She moans and squirms while her upper half rests farther against the stack of pillows so she can further lift her hips higher in the air.

Giving me the perfect angle to eat her up.

And I do.

Suck, lick, fuck her with my tongue until she’s quivering and desperate for her climax.

“Wyat… fuck… I’m…” She’s not going to finish because I slap that sensitive, sore right ass cheek while sinking my tongue farther inside her.

“AH!” Her back arches as her whole body stills.

The way her orgasm goes through her is truly a sight to see, but I’m distracted this time because I want to suck every squirt of her juices that flood my mouth.

I’d eat pussy every fucking day and never get tired.

No. Just Xandra’s pussy. Hers is the key ‘MUST’ in this equation.

Pulling away, I let her go to sit back on my knees, watching her collapse onto the white sheets as she fights for breath and rides out her spasm highs.

My hand is already stroking myself, my eyes admiring her naked beauty from behind and how brutally red her ass cheeks are.

I’ve never been so brutal to her, never unleashed myself to this extent. There was a part of me that had to hold back five and a half years ago. A constraint that screamed for me not to show my true colors and the things that really turn me on in the bedroom.

Why did it suddenly change?

Is it because of seeing that bartender and the idea of him fucking what’s mine? Am I feeding my ego that’s desperate to remind Xandra that only I can give her the best time in the sex department?

Or am I afraid to lose her altogether?

That makes me feel the need to reassure her, which is why I’m on top of her without putting my full weight and nestling my head between her neck and right shoulder. A passionate kiss and a bite to her flesh, followed with me whispering in her ear.

“Does this side of me frighten you?”

It takes her a moment to catch her breath, leaving me to wonder if she’s thinking about it or afraid to answer. I should have warned her I’d be a lot rougher tonight. Different from my sweet kiss and slow lovemaking.

A more manly Wyatt she’s not used to in the slightest.

Instead of answering me, she looks over her shoulder enough for us to share a look. She doesn’t look frightened. She looks content, exhilarated, so flushed, with those swollen lips that are slightly parted.

I want to assume she wants me to continue, but my heart won’t let me move a muscle unless I hear it from her very lips.

“Tell me what you want, Mackenzie.” My voice is tender and without a hint of authority. This is her moment to make the decision.

If she tells me to stop, I stop.

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