He groans against my pussy. “Fuck, you taste incredible.”
Kissing my lower belly, he groans while wrestling his sweatpants down his legs. He tosses them aside and stands over me.
The blunt head of his cock nudges me between my spread thighs.
I hold my breath.
His eyes burn as he stares down between us, so I look too, and it’s almost too much, too good, watching him slowly push himself inside me.
“That’s it,” he rumbles, his cock retreating and sliding in again. “Take more, darlin’. Take it all.”
He controls the pace. Every roll of his hips drives his cock deeper inside me. He’s so thick. My body grasps at his, squeezing, fighting to hold him deep.
I whimper. My eyes flutter closed and I grip the edge of the table, holding on. I can’t look at him sinking into me anymore. My mind is cascading, and I can’t think, let alone breathe.
With one firm thrust, he grunts when he’s fully seated inside me. I feel stretched thin around him, and though I can’t move with him pinning me down like this, I wouldn’t want to.
“You all right, darlin’?” His voice is husky, vibrating with need.
Eyes closed, and heart racing, I smile at him slowing himself down to check in with me. “Yeah.”
I moan as he stretches his body over me. His pelvis grinds along my clit, threatening to throw me into a climax.
“That smile…” His lips brush mine. “That smile iseverything.” He presses a kiss to my throat. “You ready for a hard fuck and those bites you requested?”
My pulse pounds with excitement, and the muscles in my belly tighten. It’s not the only part of me that does from Wyatt’s muttered curse and his cock throbbing inside me.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he groans.
His teeth rake over my throat, and I whimper. He joins our fingers together, pinning them to the table over my head. It’s like one of my heat dreams. An alpha holding me down, my thighs spread wide, ready to be claimed and bitten.
Every part of my body is tense, adrenaline racing through my veins.
I hold my breath. His teeth rake again, biting down on my throat. I cry out, feeling myself clench around him.
He groans, laps at the bite, and starts thrusting. It’s hard and fast. He nips and he bites, covering my breasts and throat with tiny pleasure-inducing bites.
He keeps a steady pace as he fucks me, his balls slapping against the underside of my ass. He pulls one hand from mywrist, slides it between us; his fingers find my clit, and he strums it with a firmness that makes me explode around him.
My mouth falls open in a soundless scream. He teases my clit a little more, hammering into me and then groaning. His hands clasp my hips, pulling me hard against him and holding himself there as his cock swells, his knot locking us together.
I swear I fall forever, my body rocked by endless tiny aftershocks.
He collapses over me, groaning against my throat as my climax keeps him in an almost constant loop of pleasure.
Finally, I let my eyes drift closed, wrapping my arms and legs around Wyatt as he kisses my throat.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, voice rough but sated.
“Amazing. You?”
“Me? Never better.” His lips find mine, our tongues tangling, and our kiss extends until we both need to breathe.
Then we just hold each other. I’m in no rush to move, and neither is he.
Minutes later, he still has me pinned to his table as I run my hands up and down his back when something on a small black table catches my eye. I frown as I puzzle out what it is.
“A sculpture,” Wyatt says, startling me.
