“Not done with you, princess. You ready for more?”
Her eyes slid open and she smiled. Nodded.
“Need the words.”
“More, Mr. Wilder.”
“That means you get my dick. All of it nice and deep in that pussy.”
I circled her entrance and she whimpered.
“That sound means you need to be fucked. That right?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be broken in? Opened up?”
“Yes.”
I slipped out from beneath her leg, reached across and unclicked her seat belt. With her dress around her waist, I tugged it up.
She didn’t question, maybe because she was still sated from her orgasm, and raised her arms. I dropped her dress on the console, then flicked open her bra. Made a little pile. All she was in now were her sandals.
Every inch of her was perfect. Small tits, high and pert with little hard nipples. She had fucking tan lines, little triangles that meant she’d been out in public in something that barely covered her.
I stepped back so she could climb out.
“Front door’s unlocked.” I never locked it, but would start now with her here. “You got ten seconds, princess. Then I come after you. Wherever I find you, you’re gonna take my dick.”
Her eyes widened as she listened. Her tongue flicked out, licked her lips. Which only made me want to kiss her. So I did, getting her taste, her scent, her stickiness on her tongue, her mouth, and her cheeks.
I pulled back. “Go, princess.”
She slid from the seat, leaving a wet streak behind on the leather, then ran.
Naked. Perfect. And I was coming to claim her. I waited, counted down, then went to make her mine.
11
CASSIDY
Oh my God.What was I doing? I was insane. I was horny. I had never been so turned on in my life. Which wasn’t much of a surprise since I hadn’t felt much of any arousal until I first saw Hayes.
Now? I was naked and running through his house.
Where did I want to go? Where did I want to have sex? Because he was going to find me and fuck me.
I paused for too long because he came in through the front door, slammed it shut behind him. He saw me in the living room, started unbuttoning his shirt.
“You want to be fucked on the couch?”
Did I? I nodded, because I hadn’t ever been fuckedanywhere, so it all sounded fine to me. I watched, mesmerized, as he shrugged out of his shirt, let it drop to the floor.
“Did I tell you how fucking pretty you are, princess?”
His gaze was on me. Heated. Needy.
He undid his belt buckle and zipper, then nudged his jeans down just a little. He reached into the opening and–
