He chuckled. “What’s wrong? You want something?”
“Yes. Fuck me,” I panted.
He grabbed my right ass cheek, tilting it toward him, and picked up the pace, pumping in and out of me as I was helpless to do anything but lie there with half my ass in the air. He kept at it until I was moaning, and my body was trembling.
“Come for me, Carly,” he said with a grunt. “I want to see you unravel.”
I spread my legs wider, welcoming his assault, taking him even deeper. The spot he kept hitting had sparked my release, and it was only a matter of time before it caught fire and engulfed me.
Again and again, he battered my pussy, the friction burning me from within.
“Oh, God!”
“Yes,” he grunted. “That’s it. Come for me.”
As he pounded into me, my core raged. I cried out, but Wasp’s mouth landed on mine, capturing the sound. His cock pulsed, and he grunted as he came, collapsing on top of me as we both fought to catch our breath.
“Fuck,” he said against my skin.
“Is that good or bad?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Your pussy is like a drug. It’s like crack, one hit, and I’m addicted. I gotta go clean up and grab more condoms because I’m gonna need to hit that again.” He pulled out of me and headed toward the bathroom.
I stared after his firm, fine ass, wondering if he was being serious. Were pussies really different? Did one feel better than another? I had no idea, but I loved the idea of him being addicted to mine. I could go for more mind-blowing orgasms like that.
Wasp returned and collapsed on the bed beside me. He hadn’t brought in condoms with him, so he must have been joking. I had no idea what to do, so I rolled out of bed. Immediately feeling light headed, I leaned against the bed and waited for the rush of blood to pass.
“You okay?” he asked.
“My ears are ringing,” I replied. “Is that normal?”
He smirked. “With me, it is.”
Shaking my head, I bent to retrieve my shirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting dressed. I should probably go sleep in the other room.”
He bolted upright, his expression unreadable. “Why?”
“I don’t know. This is your bedroom and Trent could wake up in the middle of the night.”
Wasp rolled out of bed and circled around, all his naked glory blocking the path to the door. “Stay. Please?”
His hands landed on my shoulders, and I was powerless to resist his touch. I leaned into it, and he settled me back in bed and stretched out beside me, one leg over mine as if he was holding me in place and making sure I didn’t leave. The calloused fingers of a mechanic gently swept over my arm, giving me goosebumps.
“I meant what I said, I want more of you.”
I wanted more of him, too, so I nodded.
“Why wouldn’t you let me taste you?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m just not into that.”
He snorted. “Then you haven’t had it done right.”
Actually, I hadn’t had it done at all.
