“Make it up to you?” she huffs. Are you even listening to yourself right now?” I ignore her and kick off my shoes and start undressing. “What are you doing?” she squeaks. I continue to say nothing as I yank my shirt off, kick off my pants and socks and stand in front of her completely naked. I notice the way she licks her lips. Gwen is trembling, but I don’t think it’s because she’s afraid—not at all.
“Strip,” I order, my voice dark and hungry even to my own ears.
Gwen’s body trembles as she looks up at me. “Wyatt?—”
“We can do this the hard way or the easy way, baby. The choice is yours. Now, I’m telling you to strip. Do it,” I demand.
She stands up. Her eyes are locked with mine. I expect her to back down and I’m trying to find the control to accept that and not push her to a place that she’s not ready to go. Right now, that seems like an impossible task. Gwen surprises me by undressing quietly. I let my gaze rake over her body, taking in her large breasts, her curvy ass and the slight indention of her waist—all the way down to her fucking legs that I’ve been dreaming about for a week. Finally, tonight, I’m going to feel them wrapped around me.
“Wyatt …”
“Bend over the bed and stick your ass out for me,” I groan, my voice vibrating with hunger. I don’t know if Gwen can tell if I’m extremely close to the edge or not, but she does as I tell her. I let my hand caress the creamy white globes of her ass, my fingers teasing her crack, sliding down to her absolutely fucking drenched pussy. I slide my fingers between the lips of her pussy, groaning out when her liquid heat surrounds my fingers. “I’m going to eat this cunt soon, but I can’t hold out that long right now,” I practically snarl, more animal than man right now. I bring my wet fingers from her pussy and then straighten my hand on her ass. I take a minute to drink in that sight, before I draw my hand back and slap her ass hard.
“Wyatt!” she cries out in surprise.
“I will never fucking lie to you, Gwen. Anything I say, I have a reason to say it and what I’m saying is the fucking truth. You’re going to learn to trust me. Do you understand?” To mark my words, I spank her sweet ass again. Gwen whimpers her body trembling. I slide my fingers back down to her cunt and she’sso much wetter than she was before I spanked her that my own fucking knees go weak. I knew she was perfect for me. “What a dirty little girl you are. You like it when I spank you. You want more, don’t you, baby?”
“Wyatt …”
“Tell me, or I’ll have to punish you,” I warn her. “Or maybe that’s what you want. Tell me, Gwen. Do you want me to punish you?”
“Y … Yes,” she breathes and for a minute I go blind from the haze of lust that’s circling around me.
“Christ, I’m going to do this all wrong. This is going to go fast, but I swear, I’ll make it up to you,” I groan, rubbing her drenched pussy, needing to be inside of her.
“Just fuck me, Wyatt. I need you to fuck me,” she pleads.
I take my cock in my hand and line it up at her entrance. “I’ve got you, baby,” I promise her. I take just a moment to rub the head of my cock against her soaked folds, then growl as I thrust my thick length inside her. She cries out, but I don’t stop until I’m balls deep inside her. I push down on her back, angling her body so she has to stretch, forcing her to accept every inch of my cock. “You still with me, Gwen?” I ask, my voice not even sounding like my own.
“I’m with you,” she pants. That’s the only permission I need. I reach down to wrap my fingers around one of her breasts and start to knead it, taking special care to tease her nipple and stretch it, too. “Oh, God, that feels good,” she breathes.
“This is going to go too fast, sweetheart. Play with your clit and feel the way my cock tunnels in and out of you. I’m going to ride you hard and fast and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes, Wyatt. Ride me hard,” she moans as her fingers start working her clit. I lose control in that moment. I bring my hips back and slap into her again. My free hand is holding onto her hip with bruising force as I fuck her hard. Gwen, thankfully, slams back into me, joining the rhythm and pace that I set. I punish her breast as I fuck her greedy pussy that keeps clenching down on my cock, trying to keep me deep inside her. I feel it building. My balls are hot and growing tighter and tighter.
“I’m going to coat your pussy with my cum. I’m going to be leaking out of you for days, Gwen, and your greedy cunt is going to take every drop.”
“Yes,” she cries. “Every drop!”
I pinch and twist her nipple just as I slam back into her, my balls slapping against her wet flesh, and I explode. Gwen cries out, signaling she’s coming too. I’m not sure how long it lasts. It’s a fight to keep myself from blacking out because I come so hard. I have the sense to curl to the side when my cock slides out of her. I lay on the bed and pull her panting body into mine.
“Give me a minute to recover and I’ll give you better,” I promise, kissing the top of her head.
She grunts. “Any better and I may die,” she says with a half laugh, making me smile. Fuck, I was right. This woman is absolutely perfect for me.
It’s Family Time, Damn it
GWEN
I’m sprawled across Wyatt’s chest, boneless and exhausted in the best possible way. My head rises and falls with every slow breath he takes. His eyes are closed, but his fingers are twirling a strand of my hair lazily, and the sensation makes me smile. In Wyatt’s arms, I feel treasured.
His skin is warm under my cheek, my palm splayed across the soft scatter of hair on his chest. I keep brushing my fingertips through it because it calms me. Touching him feels right even when I’m still mad at him.
“You okay, honey?” he murmurs, voice low and thick from afterglow.
“I’m not sure,” I mumble. “I think you fucked me so hard I’ve lost feeling in my lower extremities and you caused my brain to short-circuit.”
He laughs—a deep, satisfied rumble under my ear.
