“Unless you say no.” God, please say yes.
Her eyes turned flirty. “I’m still standing here.”
Not anymore. I hoisted her up, shoving her over my shoulder. She let out an oomph followed by a laugh. I hurried up the stairs and to my room, slamming the door shut. I figured I had at least an hour before my mom and Alyssa were back.
I tossed Sinclair on the bed and quickly began undressing. “Hurry up, Mrs. Jones. I don’t want to ruin any of your pretty clothes.”
I was naked before her. I pulled her ankles until she sat on the edge of bed and I helped her get her pants and panties off. Then I pushed her legs open and dove into that sweet pussy of hers.
She cried out and her entire body shuddered as I worked her. This wasn’t a time for tenderness or finesse. This was pent-up energy getting released with the woman I loved.
“Oh God, Wyatt…” Her hands gripped my head, holding me to her as her hips gyrated, fast, faster, until she screamed and her body went taught.
“Again!” I demanded as I continued to suck and lick.
“Oh God…” she whimpered. She fell back, her hands fisting in the covers as I worked her up again, and held her hips as another orgasm screamed through her.
“Please…I need a minute…” She said as I continued to feast. I moved back, kneeling on the floor in front of her, my hands caressing her legs.
“Do you know what you do to me, Sinclair?”
“Make you horny?” Her breath was coming in gasps as she worked to catch up with me.
“It’s more than that. I need you so fucking bad I can hardly see straight.” I maneuvered her to the center of the bed. I sat back on my heels, lifting her legs over my thighs and pulling her hips against mine. I laid my dick on her belly.
She reached down and stroked a hand over him, making it jump. “I’m right here, Wyatt.”
She was and she wasn’t. Yes, her body was here, ripe and warm. But her heart. Her soul. Those weren’t here and they were what I needed more than anything.
I reached my hands forward to massage her tits. I pinched her nipples, loving how she arched and moaned at my touch.
“What do you want, Sinclair?” I wasn’t really sure what I was asking. I supposed what I needed was for her to tell me she wanted me. All of me.
“I want you to fuck me hard, Wyatt.”
My libido shot to full tilt even as my heart fell. This was still just sex to her. Frustration mixed with need and the pre-existing pent-up energy.
“Say it again.” Before I took her, claimed her, I had to be sure she knew what she was asking.
“Fuck me hard.”
I rose on to my knees, pulling her hips up and I plunged my dick inside her fast and hard, sending rockets of electricity shooting through my body.
She cried out.
I held back for a moment, afraid I’d hurt her. “You okay?” I managed.
“Yes, don’t stop…God, don’t stop.”
With my fingers gripping her hips, I let loose. I gave free rein to my need to claim her and make her mine. Jesus, if she knew that was going through my mind, she’d be annoyed, calling me a caveman again. But every fiber of my being needed to be in her, around her, to make her a part of me.. So I pounded, thrusted, plunged, again and again, my balls slapping her ass every time I drove inside her pussy.
She was thrashing, her hands gripping the covers as she chanted, “Yes, fuck me…”
My arms started to tire, so I paused long enough to toss her legs over my shoulders. Then with my hands holding her hips steady, I started again.
“Oh God, oh God…So good, Wyatt…oh my God.”
“Tell me when you’re coming,” I ground out. Of course, I’d know. Her pussy always gave away her orgasm. But I wanted to hear those words coming from her mouth.