And I will regardless, because I’m not letting her go.
I ran a hand over my mouth as I stared between her thighs. I could have come from this sight alone.
“I need you. No more waiting, Wilder.”
I lifted my gaze to her face.
Ah hell. Fuck going slow.
I leaned down and closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet yet musky scent of her arousal. It filled my head, made me feel intoxicated, and I groaned low like I was some fucking animal. I ran my tongue first along her left inner thigh and then moved to her right, tasting her flesh. I needed more but wanted to go slow and savor this.
“Wilder,” she moaned my name. She had her hands in my hair a second later, tugging at the strands forcefully enough that I hissed as my lust skyrocketed.
“Fuck yeah. Harder.” I squeezed my hands on her thighs and moaned at how good that sting of pain felt as it mixed with my pleasure. I latched my mouth right over her pussy and sucked on her forcefully. Her pussy lips were swollen from her arousal, and I curled my fingers into the flesh of her thighs even more, knowing I was probably hurting her, knowing there’d be marks come morning, but her answering moans told me she didn’t want me to stop.
I suckled on her for long seconds, using my tongue to move back and forth along her lips, using the muscle like a paintbrush and I was a fucking artist. I didn’t want to stop but finally forced myself to pull away and look down at her pussy.
Goddammit.
I reached between my legs and rubbed my cock through the material of my pants. The monster was fucking hard as stone, the tip wet with pre-cum and causing a wet spot in the material.
“More,” she pleaded, and that sound went through my entire body.
I ran a finger up and down her cleft then placed my other thumb beside her lip, pulling her folds apart so I could see the most intimate part of her. I exposed her bared pussy to me, and my throat tightened to see the soaked pink flesh.
So fucking gorgeous.
A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I attacked her like a starving man. And I was starving. Only for her. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, filled my nose. I licked and sucked at her flesh harder, with more fervor. The sounds she made were making me insane, making me harder, which should have been damn near impossible. I started thrusting my cock against the side of the bed, unable to help myself.
I pulled her pussy lips apart even farther, flattened my tongue, and slowly dragged it up her slit.
“Never going to get enough,” I murmured against her flesh right before I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time I pushed two fingers into her clenching body. Her pussy instantly gripped those digits in rhythmic pulls. She tasted like honey and vanilla. I sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force, wanting her to come from this alone. I hummed, and with my thrusting fingers, it didn’t take long for her to explode for me.
She still had a hard grip on my hair, riding out her pleasure as she tugged at the strands forcefully. I grunted but didn’t stop eating her out. I was so fucking turned on that I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that I was still pressing my cock against the bed, dry-humping the hell out of it.
I wanted to be inside her.
The sight of the post-climatic high that covered her face had my entire body going tighter, my muscles aching. I licked my lips, tasting the addictive flavor of her pussy covering them. Every part of me was on fire.
“What do you need from me, Zoey? Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.” I just wanted her to talk dirty to me, to utter the words that she probably never envisioned saying before.
She rose up slightly, her mouth parted as she breathed in and out harshly, and then she whispered, “I need you inside me, Wilder.”
I closed my eyes and held in my groan, clenching my jaw, my teeth clashing together.
I stood a second later and placed my bigger body on top of hers, her legs wide to accommodate me. Her chest rose and fell quickly, brushing against mine, and without me having to say anything, she bent her legs at the knees, placed her feet flat on the bed, and spread her legs even wider. A deep noise left me in pleasure. Good girl.
I stared into her eyes. “Say it, Zoey. Say you’re mine,” I ordered, needing her to say the words again and again, wanting her to mean them like she’d never meant anything more in her life.