Wild Thing (Naughty Things 3)

“Why do you let him control you that way? It can’t be money. You could get any rich guy in the world to pay your way through life if that’s all you wanted.”

“Stop talking,” she says. Teasingly, but not really.

“Tell me,” I say. “Tell me what’s really going on.”

“I don’t know what—”

“Yes, you do. You know what I mean. Why were you acting so weird back at the estate?”

“Mason,” she says.

“Hmm?”

“We’re naked. You’re on top of me. Practically stabbing my pussy with your hard cock. And you want to have a conversation?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I agree.

“Let’s make a deal,” she says.

“I don’t make deals,” I say.

She laughs. “Yes, you do.” She lightly drags her fingernails up and down the side of my stomach and it feels fucking miraculous.

“OK.” I give in, mesmerized by the delicious chills she’s sending through my body. “One deal.”

“I knew you’d see it my way.” She giggles.

“Don’t push me, Wild Thing.”

“OK. The deal is… we don’t have to think about this for three whole days. So let’s drop it until then and just enjoy each other.”

She’s doing that amazing fingernail thing and I’m about to lose my mind.

“Three days with no talk about anything but fucking, and food, and feelings.”

“Fucking, food, and feelings, huh?” Oh, God, she’s gonna kill me dead with her adorable alliteration.

“Yup,” she says, aiming my cock at the entrance of her pussy. It’s wet, and warm, and wonderful. “I’ll start.”

I laugh, I can’t help it. And she bites her lips as she stares up into my eyes and that’s it, man. I’m done. Dead.

I push inside her. Slowly and carefully. Like it’s her first time and I want it to be perfect.

She tilts her head back and moans. Which is just an opportunity for me to kiss her neck and bite her earlobe. She bunches up one shoulder, shuddering as she lifts her knees up higher, encouraging me to go deeper inside her.

I want to give her everything she desires, so I ease forward. My knees spreading slightly to give myself more traction.

She gasps and I brush a piece of hair away from her face and say, “You OK?”

“Fine,” she says. “Perfect. Keep doing that.”

I push inside her even more and she bucks her back, and moans again. But this time it comes with a wince.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“Yes. But don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

I wouldn’t dream of it.

I pull out a little, then thrust inside her quick and hard.

She gasps, which only encourages me to do it again.

“Mason,” she says, gripping my hair.

“Lyssa,” I murmur back. Thrusting deep inside her again.

“Keep going, just keep going.”

How can I not give her what she wants?

Impossible. I want to give her the world.

But I want this time to be different. I want more from her and I need her to want more from me too. So I slow down. Still going deep. Pushing up inside her so far, she winces with each slow, agonizing thrust. My forward momentum pushing her up to the headboard until her head is bumping against it.

She grips my shoulders, digging her nails in. I become crazy with lust. Arching my back as I look straight down on her face. My head pressing against the headboard too. My legs spread out on the bed, my arms holding myself up over her breasts, which jiggle and bounce each time I thrust forward.

“Lyssa,” I say.

She just pulls my head down, forcing us into a kiss. Our lips desperate and eager. Our tongues trying to connect.

My arms are straining to keep myself up when all I want to do is sink down on top of her and hold her tight.

Her legs squeeze me tight, making her pussy contract and relax around my cock, and I know she’s close.

And hell, I can’t do it anymore. Even these few inches that separate us are too many. I lower myself on top of her, wrapping my arms all the way around hers. Holding her captive as I begin to thrust my hips faster, and faster until I’ve got her hips lifted off the mattress and my balls are smacking against her ass with a slapping sound that fills the room and drives me wild.

She comes.

Moans spilling past her lips and into my mouth as she clamps down on me and then I come, realizing I should’ve pulled out, but unable to care for more than a split second. Because euphoria overtakes me as my come spills deep inside her.

She’s still gripping me with her legs and they begin to quiver and shake.

“Relax,” I say, breathing hard as one hand finds her knee to push it down. “Just relax now.”

She crumples beneath me. Just goes slack and loose. Her head turning into the pillow as I slide off to the side and tug her up close to my chest.