Wicked and True (Wicked & Devoted 4)

Impatiently, he tossed the garment away. Her scent steamrolled his senses. His nostrils flared. Hunger roiled in his gut. His restraint snapped. “Spread your legs.”

“Zy—”

“Spread them.”

Slowly, almost shyly, she did. Once, he would have believed her sweet act. Not now. She wanted to jack up his desire and fuck with his head?

Two can play that game, baby. And I can play it better…

He braced impatient hands on the insides of her knees and shoved them wide, then raked his lips up one thigh before exhaling onto the sticky heat of her cunt.

She trembled and gripped the sheet, wriggling like she needed him now. “Zy…”

He only half listened to the keening that came out of her lying mouth. Instead, he focused on parting her folds with his thumbs and exposing her to his dirty gaze. “I’m going to melt you, Tessa. Whatever you think you wanted out of tonight? I’m going to take you, make you scratch, beg, and scream for me. I’m going to own you, baby. And I’m going to get exactly what I want from you.”

The roaring of his heart almost drowned out her answering whimper as he raked his tongue through her naked slit. He plowed her indecently again and again, worshipping her juiciness and sweetness. He couldn’t find any fault between her legs. Here, she was everything he wanted, and if the way he devoured her was impolite or obscene? That wasn’t going to stop him from dragging his tongue between her swelling folds and tormenting the pouting nub of her clit for as long as he damn well wanted.

“Zy… I can’t breathe,” she panted, proving that she was a liar again. “Oh, my god.”

Her toes curled. Her back arched. She lifted to him in sweet, sweet offering. He gripped her hips and yanked her against his open mouth, covered her with the flat of his tongue, then sucked her without mercy.

Tessa shrieked and twisted. She ripped at her baby doll, tugging at one side of the bow beneath her breasts. The garment parted. Her tits bounced free. She pinched her nipples with greedy fingers and cried out.

Fuck, that turned him on.

He sucked harder on her clit before lashing it with his tongue. She trembled, her heels digging into the mattress. The deliciously frantic sounds falling from her lips cranked him up higher.

“Zy!”

Yeah, she was on the brink. But he’d be damned if he gave her satisfaction now. Maybe not at all tonight. At least not until he got his—climax and information.

With a long last taste of her folds, he prowled up her body, pausing to nip and suck at her berry-hard nipples, before he worked his hips between her splayed-wide thighs. Cock in hand, he aligned his crest to her slick opening. “I’m going to shove my way so deep into your pretty little cunt that you’ll still feel me tomorrow,” he growled in her ear. “Next week, too. Hell, maybe for the rest of your life. No one will ever do you better than me, baby. That’s a vow.”

“Zy…”

He watched her eyes widen as he sank his shaft into her, barreling past what little resistance her body offered. “Hmm, such a sweet, snug pussy around my cock. That’s it. Take every inch of me.”

“Yes.” Her nails were already in his back and her legs rising to wrap around him. “It feels so—”

“Save your breath. You’re going to need it to scream.”

Warning delivered, he propelled himself inside her. She cried out, digging her nails in his shoulders and bucking beneath him. Immediately, he slammed his way in again, even deeper this time. She climaxed—moaning, clawing, and pulsing around him.

Zy didn’t slow down, just shoved every inch inside her again, scraping her awakened flesh and bottoming out to prod some sweet spot that made her shriek louder and clutch him tighter. He battered her body with pleasure again and again. Her bed frame groaned. Her headboard banged against the wall. Time stood still as he unraveled her without a second thought.

She’d scratched his back to ribbons, and he had lost the hearing in one ear when Tessa’s orgasm finally subsided. Not that he gave two shits right now. His first night with her had been great. The following morning, even more amazing. But this? His blood fired. Every hair on his body stood on end. Each nerve ending jolted with her touch.

It wasn’t merely because she had a banging bod, was good in the sack, and rocked his world. He couldn’t be that lucky. Despite whatever devious shit she was up to, he was still totally in love with her. Sure, her surrender turned him on, but when he was with her, he’d swear they were meant to be forever.

God, he was a stupid bastard.

Finally, her body relaxed. She exhaled a breathy sigh of repletion between her rosy, swollen lips. Fuck no, it wasn’t over. Everything inside Zy rebelled against that. Yeah, he shouldn’t want to give her another climax. He shouldn’t ache to stay inside her half the night. He definitely shouldn’t feel this love for her beating in his mutinous heart.