“You’ll love it. I promise.” I turned my attention to the wet light hair and pretty pink lips between her thighs. I pushed her thighs open wider and used my fingers to open her folds. I stuck my tongue out, swirling it around her clit, loving how she cried out. Then I put the flat of my tongue at her opening and lapped upward. Her taste filled my mouth, sending my head whirling, until I was intoxicated. Then I focused on her, making her feel good. We didn’t always connect like we had before, except through our bodies. In this, we were still a perfect match. I hoped that if I touched her just right, made her feel good, maybe she’d open up enough to let me into her heart as well as her body.
18
Sinclair
Oh. My. God. Wyatt’s hot, wet tongue was touching my pussy. No, not just touching, but licking. And it felt so, so good. Amazing. Spectacular. I pressed my hand to his head to make sure he didn’t stop. I didn’t ever want him to stop.
My hips rocked against the thrust of his tongue. “Wyatt.”
He groaned, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking.
Every muscle in my body quaked. My blood was running thick and hot straight to my pussy. Moans echoed through the room and I realized they were from me. He had me writhing, rocking, shaking.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” My head dropped back as he pushed me up and up.
He focused on my pussy opening, using his thumb to rub my clit and I was completely wrought. Sensation after sensation pulsed through my body, each time increasing in intensity until I thought I might completely come apart.
“Oh god… I’m going to come…” I could barely breathe. My pussy was on fire.
He thrust one and then two fingers inside me, and sucked my clit and my world completely shattered.
I screamed as I held his head to my pussy and fucked his mouth while the most glorious orgasm careened through me. His mouth kept sucking, his tongue kept licking until finally he brought me down.
He shot up, his hands shoving his jeans down. “I have to fuck you.”
I was completely spent, but seeing his dick, hard, red and looking like it would come any second, I immediately wanted to have it inside me.
He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips.
“You taste so fucking good.” Then he gripped my hips. “I won’t be slow. My nuts are about to explode.”
“Fuck me, Wyatt. Come in me.”
He groaned and his eyes rolled back as he thrust his dick inside me. I cried out again, as pleasure rocketed through me again. He was so hard and thick. I could feel every millimeter of his dick as he plunged in and out, faster and faster. He was frantic, frenetic. He was out of control and it made me feel more feminine than I could ever remember feeling. This sexy strong man was desperate for me.
“Are you there yet?” he grunted out.
I was close. With each thrust I was closer and closer to the edge again.
He shifted, titled my hips and plunged in, hitting that one spot that shot me to the stars.
“Yes!” I cried out as another orgasm rocked my body.
A low growl that grew louder tore from his lips. “Fuck…fuck…” He thrust hard, and warmth filled my pussy. “I’m coming…fuck, so good…” He thrust again, and again, each time filling me until I could feel it dripping out of me.
Finally, he stopped, dropping his forehead to mine as he heaved in breaths. “Fuck.”
I held him as my pussy kept convulsing around his cock.
Finally, the haze of orgasmic bliss dissipated, and reality set in. What had I done? I hadn’t been able to make it one night before I let him touch me. It was amazing, and oh, so wrong.
His dick fell from my core, spent but sated, covered in his cum and my juices. “Let me get a towel.” he said as the mess dripped on the table and floor.
I jumped down and gathered my clothes, slipping on my shorts and t-shirt. When he turned back, his face registered surprise, some anger, and some hurt.
“Are you alright?” He handed me a paper towel, and then he went to wipe up the mess.
“This is your mother’s table.” I was mortified. How could I eat here again knowing what he’d done to me on this table?