My hands glide over her hips, anchoring her as she sways. Her fingers tighten in my hair, not to pull me away, but to hold me there. She’s letting me take while I give her what she needs.
I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve taken women to bed, sure. I’ve fucked. I’ve bound wrists and tied girls to posts in this very house. I’ve had them cry, scream, beg, but I’ve neverfed.
And I’m ruined already.
Her breast is perfect in my hand; heavy, flushed, and slick with her own spill. The nipple pulses against my tongue, and I work her slowly, thumb stroking the base, mouth suckling until the pressure shifts under my grip and she lets out another choked sob of relief.
I suck so hard she whimpers.
“You’re doin’ so damn good,” I murmur against her skin.
She moans again, lower now, like the sound’s being pulled from somewhere deeper. Her thighs twitch beside my arms. My cock is so hard it hurts.
I switch again, sucking deep, and her body jerks. The tension in her finally gives, hips rocking toward me, head falling forward, another moan punching out of her like it’stoo much to hold in.
She’s damn near shaking when I ease back, breath ragged, lips wet.
Her skin glows, flushed and glazed with sweat. Her eyes are glassy.
“You alright?” I ask, low and rough.
She nods, but it’s the kind of nod that saysbarely. She’s panting now, and shaking.
I pull back to kiss the curve of her breast, breathing in her scent, forgetting the boundaries of what I'm supposed to be doing here, and my head spins. “You gonna come from this?” I twist her nipple as the prospect that she’s close floods me.
Joelle doesn’t respond, but her body does.
She arches hard and moans so loud it echoes off the cabinets. Her thighs clamp and her back bows, and her nipple spurts one last stream across my cheek before she collapses, gasping.
God.Fuck.
I could drag her to my bed right now. Claim every inch of her. Leave her marked, open, leaking from other places.Mine.
But I don’t.
Not yet.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stand. She blinks up at me, dazed. Her skin’s flushed and she looks like she’s been woken suddenly from a dream. The sweet taste of her milk lingers on my tongue, forbidden but addictive.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl, panting hard, wound so tight I feel like I might explode. “You hear me, Joelle. You’re staying right here.”
She nods without a word.
And hell if I’m not already thinking about how long I can keep her and how many ways I’ll make her beg to be mine.
Chapter 5
Joelle
I don’t remember standing up. I don’t remember moving from the bench. One second, I’m leaking and flushed and desperate, and the next I’memptyand floating somewhere outside my body, nipples tingling, thighs trembling, pussy throbbing, my breathing slow and shallow.
Wade doesn’t touch me or reach for his belt or make a move like he’s owed anything at all.
He looks at me like heknewI’d come apart like that. Like he’s seen it before. I can’t believe what I did. Mortified, I focus on the floor.
“You alright, pretty girl?” he asks, voice low.
I nod because I don’t trust my mouth yet.
