Ever so slightly, Wade nodded his approval. His tanned frame glistened from the need pinging off his body, fueling her need even more.
Mac looked deep into those eyes she’d first seen two months ago. Dark, lusty. His intensity continued to grow.
Her mouth went dry. Could she satisfy such a man?
Wade moved until the tip of his thick cock touched her pussy. Dark eyes probed her. Another wave of warmth rolled through her. She wanted him inside her more than anything.
“Ready?” His tone deepened. He looked as if he was keeping a hungry lion at bay inside him. She wanted to be devoured, to fall completely into his embrace both inside and out.
“Yes.”
He guided his dick past her swollen folds and into her pussy. Pressure. His delicious pressure fi
lled her, gliding against sensitive nerves that had her gasping and clawing his shoulders. Quakes rolled through her as her pussy tightened on his shaft, clenching and releasing, again and again.
“God. Oh God.” Her pants and words came faster and faster.
“So tight. Fuck. Beautiful.” Wade’s words warmed her body even more.
She rotated her hips, pushing hard against him as Wade massaged her butt with one hand and tugged on her hair with the other. Her world, with all its worries, seemed so distant. Her body, her need, her cravings, were all that remained, demanding satisfaction.
Wade began pumping into her pussy, making her dizzy, thirsty, hungry, and wonderfully overwhelmed. Guiding her up and down his cock, over and over. In her entire sexual experience, nothing compared to this. Impulsively, she pushed her pelvis into him hard, stroke for stroke. Drunk on desire, a pleasurable wooziness assailed her. A spasm of craving ripped through her, washing away hesitation, doubt, and worry. Another spasm and another.
Almost audible, forceful and indescribable sensations crashed through her body. Her flesh was on fire. Her nerves sparked with something akin to electricity. Never had she felt so feminine or alive.
Wade’s thick cock pushing inside her drew out a whimper from her lips. He leaned in and kissed her more tenderly than before. Her clit throbbed as she matched his speeding strokes. Her orgasm began as a long explosion. Goose bumps covered her skin, not from being cold, but from being so very hot.
Wade nibbled her earlobe, his breathing hard, rhythmic, hypnotic.
Closing her eyes, she loved being lost in the vibrations swamping her entire body. Unparalleled passion overtook her.
“Now,” Wade shouted. “Come for me now, Mackenzie.”
Her body responded instantly to his command, sending her over the edge of sanity. Every cell seemed to ignite. And from something so instinctual, so primal inside her came a scream of release. “Yes. God. Yes.” The final syllable was more an utterance than a word that faded into eventual soft pants. “Ohhh…”
Wade’s entire body melded into her as his muscles became rigid as steel. She squeezed his dick with her pussy as hard as she could until she could even feel the pulse of his release.
His eyes never closed. Instead, his lusty gaze remained fixed on her. A hot blast of air from his lungs shot over her body, warming her even more.
“Fuck,” Wade yelled.
Her ache morphed into a shivering climax as each wave moved her higher and higher to even more devastating sensations. Undulations rolled through her like warm trembles, flaming throughout her body. She couldn’t possibly bear another. But another came, and another, and another. Pulses moved throughout her entire being, from the spot behind her navel, down her clit, through her channel, like multiple notes leading to a crescendo. Again and again until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t be without them.
“Ride it all the way, Mackenzie. Feel everything.” Wade knew just what to say, to do, to touch, that kept her climax going down the tracks.
How long this went on, she wasn’t sure. Time eluded her. When the vibrations finally subsided, her body was completely and wonderfully wrung out.
Wade smiled. “How do you feel, love?”
“Dizzy.” Who wouldn’t be after such amazing sex?
His lips came down on hers, and she willingly surrendered. Wade ended their afterglow kiss and began stroking her hair.
“Everything is going to be okay, love.”
She sighed, realizing this was the second time he’d called her “love.” Even more than his manly touches, it evoked emotions inside her that it shouldn’t. Mac reminded herself that she wasn’t a white-picket-fence girl. “Doll” and “sweetheart” had been his pet names for her until now. What did it mean? She couldn’t let herself think it could be something permanent. Once she found her brother, she would leave Wilde. Keeping her heart in check with Wade might be tough, but she had to make sure that was exactly what she would do.
Chapter Eight