Her pleas tore straight through his control. “Easy. Gentle and easy, Gracie. For now, I want you nice and slick so that when my cock slides into that tight little ass it wil feel so fucking good. I’m going to fil you up. Every inch of me, Gracie. You wil crave this type of lovemaking once I’m through. I promise you.”
“Oh, God, it just feels so . . . I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Forbidden,” Wade helpful y supplied. “You are my forbidden pleasure, Fiery Angel.”
She mumbled something that he couldn’t quite make out. Wade continued to tease her inner tissues with his finger and said, “The warmth from my finger and the oil, mixing with the sensitive nerve endings just inside of you here”—he wiggled his finger for emphasis, rewarded by a moan from Gracie—“it’s making me want my cock there. It’s going to be so good. Spreading you open and pumping into this pretty little bottom. Tel me, do you want more? Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, Wade! I want you there, please.”
“Not yet, Gracie. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. Two fingers now.”
Slowly, al owing her body to adjust to the invasion, Wade slid a second finger into Gracie’s tight heat. He thrust in and out, then scissored his fingers, stretching her farther. She moaned and spread her legs wider, pushing backwards.
“Mmm, now you’re ready,” Wade ground out, barely maintaining control over his body’s need to bury itself inside the woman he loved. On fire and aching for release, Wade couldn’t wait another second.
He reached for the bottle of oil once more and slicked some over his throbbing shaft, already swol en and dripping with precome at the thought of being inside his pretty red-haired vixen. Gently, Wade separated the round globes of Gracie’s backside and touched the head of his cock to her entrance. Slowly, aware of every little tremor of Gracie’s body, he moved a mere inch inside. It was such sweet torture to hold back from thrusting deep. Fucking her hard and fast, the way his body so desperately craved.
“Wade.”
Her breathless voice caressed his senses and made him want to howl in triumph. Her body vibrated beneath his, and as he slipped in another inch, she whimpered and bucked wildly.
“Easy, pretty baby. We’re going to build the pleasure. One inch at a time. I want you to feel me there, even when I’m not. I want you craving it.”
An inch more and suddenly Gracie thrust herself backwards, taking control of their lovemaking in a way that both surprised and pleased him.
Her body bowed, and he had to clutch her hips to keep from going in too far too fast.
“No, Gracie,” he growled, his tone brooking no argument. “This virgin ass is so very tender, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.” Wade refused to cause Gracie even an ounce of pain—despite the primal instincts battering at him to fil her completely.
Holding her hips firmly, keeping her stil for his slow invasion, Wade heard Gracie let loose a needy little whimper. The yearning, delicate sound turned his heart to mush, and he gave her another heated inch of hard flesh, unable to deny her. In the same instant, he took his right hand from her hip and toyed with the lovely little bud of her clitoris. Fascinated, he watched the play of emotions on her face, as she became a slave to her body’s delicious sensations. She moaned and pushed against him as her orgasm took her. It was sheer ecstasy to bring her to al new heights of pleasure. She was ten thousand more times the woman than any other.
“Mmm, such a hot little ass,” he snarled. “Do you want it? Wil you let me fuck it good?”
“Yes, damn it!”
A rumbling growl escaped him at her feral response. “As you wish, baby.” He pushed himself the rest of the way inside her tightest opening; her muscles sucked him in, and her flesh immediately tensed.
Wade swore a blue streak, the pleasure-pain of her body’s clutch both glorious and tormented.
“Ease up, damn it.”
“I-I can’t,” she cried.
Wade reached up, tore the tie from her wrists, and flung it away. At once, Gracie threw her arms out to her sides and grabbed hold of the blanket. He stroked the sweat-soaked hair away from her face, then covered her body with his own much larger frame, folding himself around her protectively. He kissed her upturned cheek and felt her muscles relax the slightest bit. “That’s a good girl,” Wade praised her. He littered her with kisses, making a slow path to her neck where he bit the smooth column. He got an eager response for more from Gracie. Wade was only too happy to oblige.
He licked and suckled, relishing the wild sounds she made, before beginning a gentle rhythm with his hips. Unhurried, Wade built the pace until his hot flesh slapped against hers.
“Mine,” he groaned.
She didn’t speak, didn’t bother to deny or confirm his claim, only licked her lips and pushed against him, joining in the rhythm of their beautiful dance. Soon, he felt himself swel , and his bal s drew up tight. One more thrust and he was there, his cock erupting inside of her, hot jets of his come fil ing her. Suddenly Gracie shouted his name, as she joined him with her own climactic finish.
Wade just barely kept from col apsing on top of her. Bracing himself on either side of her body, Wade gingerly pul ed out of her, then moved to lie down beside her. Her breaths came in short pants; her entire body flushed a pretty shade of pink. Wade smoothed his palm over her ass, then dipped his finger between the cheeks. Feeling the sticky warmth of his come did things to him. Crazy, possessive things. “My pretty little angel.”
“You’ve destroyed me.”
He chuckled. “Baby, that goes both ways.” He watched her turn over, her eyes drowsy. He stroked one pierced nipple with the backs of his knuckles. “I can’t get enough of you. I’l never get enough.”
She grinned and leaned toward him until her lips were within kissing distance. “That goes both ways too.”