Wild Collision (Us 4)

“Like them? I fucking love them.”

I grab her ass and lift her up onto the counter. She shivers and wraps her arms around my shoulders.

I slip my hand between us finding her wet and ready.

I let out a low growl and kiss her, murmuring against her lips, “It makes you wet sucking me off doesn’t it? You fucking love it.”

“I do,” she whispers breathily.

“Naughty, naughty, Miss Hayes. Whatever am I going to do with you?”

She takes my face between her hands and looks me in the eyes. “I’m ready.”

“Ready?” I ask, puzzled. My eyes widen in surprise. “Oh.”

She nods.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I won’t push you.”

She shakes her head. “I’m ready, and I want this.”

I’ve been preparing her for weeks, dying to take that sweet ass of hers but she’s been hesitant. I haven’t pushed it, I never would pressure her into something she’s not comfortable with, but I knew if she warmed to the idea she’d love it.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” I promise. “I might be fucking dominant at times, but you always have the last say. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

She nods. “I know. I trust you. I wouldn’t do this with anyone else.” She rubs her fingers against my stubbled jaw. I don’t think she even knows she’s doing it. “Am I nervous? Of course, but I trust you,” she repeats. “I know you’ll take care of me.”

“Hell yeah I will.” I kiss her passionately, her tongue tangling with mine.

My fingers dig into her ass cheeks with bruising pressure as I try to hold myself back, to take this slow and be in the moment with her.

I tear my lips from hers, trailing kisses down her neck and sucking on her skin.

“I fucking love you,” I growl. “So fucking much.”

Her legs are tight around my waist and I pick her up, carrying her to the couch.

I kiss every inch of her body, turning her over and doing the same.

I worship her.

I cherish her.

She is my light. The one I didn’t know I needed to drive out the shadows.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her. “Don’t move—I’ll know if you do and you know I’m not above spanking you.”

She wiggles her ass and moans. That fucking sound. She’s killing me, but fuck it’ll be the best death.

I grab the lube from the drawer in her room and carry it back out to the living room.

She listened and didn’t move but I give her ass a light smack anyway. A low throaty sensual moan leaves her and I struggle to keep my composure.

I squirt out some of the lube, rubbing it on her tight virgin hole. After tonight it’s mine and only mine.

Slowly, I rub my index finger against her, slipping it inside.

“Hollis,” she begs. “Please.”