Caveman (Wild Men 1)

He lifts one hand to my face, holding me in place so he can devour me the way he wants, his tongue thrusting deeper, his stubble scratching my chin and cheeks, and God help me, I love it.

I want more. I want him to overwhelm me, to put that big cock inside me and fuck the rest of the fear out of me.

Make me his. It feels like years since the last time he touched me like this, even if it’s just days. Tr

uth is, these past two days felt like a lifetime.

I’m out of air, and still I don’t want him to stop kissing me. But he draws back, letting go of me, putting one hand on the wall by my head, looking down at me with those fathomless, lust-filled eyes.

“Take off your dress,” he says, that low growl in his throat that makes my nipples harden and ache, and sends bolts of heat shooting through my belly. “I wanna see you.”

My mouth has gone dry. Swallowing, I unbuckle my thin belt and let it fall. Then I slowly pull down the zipper on the side of the dress.

He’s watching me avidly, his throat working, as I pull down the sleeves, his gaze sliding to my breasts that are all but spilling out of my white lace bra.

“Beautiful,” he says huskily. “You’re so damn beautiful. Mine.” He presses himself to me, his breath warm on my lips. “Mine,” he whispers again.

“Yours,” I agree.

He yanks down the cups of my bra, puts his hand on my breasts, making my breath catch. Then he bends over me, licking my nipples, making me moan at the shuddery pleasure coursing between my legs.

Then he kneels and yanks down my panties, letting them drop around my ankles, lifting my feet one by one to take them off.

And buries his face between my legs.

I flatten my hands on the wall, my mouth falling open at the sensation of his tongue lapping at my exposed pussy, and then I grab at his hair as the pressure mounts. He has his hand there now, too, toying with me, then pushing his fingers into me while sucking and licking and…

Oh God… I’m moaning and whimpering, embarrassingly needy sounds coming from my throat, and I can’t stop them. My head falls back, my legs tremble, and my hips rock. I’m rubbing myself on Matt’s mouth, his stubble scratching my inner thighs, and I’m going to…

I’m going to come.

I try to pull away, to say something, but his other hand clamps on my hip, keeping me in place as his lips and tongue press harder, eating me up, as his fingers stroke me deeper, faster until I’m wailing his name, coming so hard my vision goes black at the edges and my body arches against the wall.

Holy crap, he’s broken me, shattered me. Crushed me with pleasure. My legs won’t hold me anymore, and I start to go down, sliding down the wall.

With a soft curse, he stands up and scoops me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest. I’m naked, he’s still fully dressed. I’m still shivering with pleasure, and he’s tense and aroused.

But his gaze on me is soft like feathers.

He carries me to his bed, lays me down.

And starts to strip.

Even wiped out as I am, I support myself on an elbow to better watch, not to miss anything, as he peels his T-shirt off his muscular chest, muscles rippling in mouthwatering ways, his ink revealed inch by inch, his six-pack clenching.

Wow…

T-shirt off, he pushes down his pants, toes off socks and boots, and he’s perfect.

Frigging hot.

Abs and pecs and biceps, and thick muscular thighs with a dusting of dark hair, and good God, what he’s packing down there always takes my breath away.

His cock, so thick and long and imposing.

My insides are still clenching from the release he gave me, but my belly tightens at the sight, and I press my legs together, needing something.

Needing his cock inside me.