Page 14 of Wild

“Goddamn, princess. You taste like heaven. I’m addicted to you now—like my own fucking drug. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Before she can respond, I move in, my tongue spearing her core before flattening and parting her folds as I slowly move up to her clit, exploring her and taking my cues from her whimpers and moans.

Her fists tighten in my hair, pulling me toward her as I return my attention to her dripping entrance, licking her clean. I eat her like a starving man, desperate for every drop of her. She instinctively moves her hips apart, giving me better access. As I move closer to her, not wanting any space between us, she moves her calves onto my shoulders.

Growling my approval, I double down on my efforts, desperate to make her come on my tongue before I finally take her. Teasing her entrance with one finger and moving my tongue up to her clit again before my lips close around it and suck it, I’m surprised when her thighs close around my head, holding me to her needy pussy as her cries echo around the room.

“Ohmygod, West! Yes, right there!” Her back arches, and her hips start bucking, rubbing herself on my tongue and finger, racing toward her orgasm. My cock is so fucking hard behind my jeans that it’s pure agony. At this point, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to go slow enough to make her first time pleasurable.

She’s cresting, her hands have a death grip in my hair, and I’m grinding my hips into the mattress, desperately seeking some relief. I’m so close, just about to come in my pants like a schoolboy as I lick her sweet nectar.

“Yes!Wessssst!” she squeals, drenching my face with her release, and I know it’s impossible that the others didn’t hear her scream my name all the way downstairs.

“You’re stunning, princess,” I groan against her pussy, laving my tongue along her slit, cleaning every inch of her.

“Are you ready to become mi-” I start, my head whipping around when the door is thrown open, bouncing off the wall with a loud bang.

Instinctively, I throw my body over Quinn’s, covering her from the unknown threat interrupting us.

“What the—”

Kain stalks menacingly across the room, coming to an abrupt halt beside the bed, glaring down at us.

“I know for a fact you’re not Quinn Smith. So that begs the question, whothe fuckare you?”

To be continued…

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