Her hand grazes the bulge in my jeans as I lick her fingers clean.
Fuck… I need her. I need that tight little pussy and I need it now!
“You taste so fucking good, peach.” I kiss her hand over and over before leaning into her lips for more. I can’t get enough. I want all of her, everywhere, all at once.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a tiny little scar on her left cheek from a cat scratch she got when she was young. I remember her telling me the story one night in bed. It’s from an orange tabby that she was trying to keep away from her timid cocker spaniel. I miss nights like that. Nights when we laid on our backs and told stories without realizing half the night had slipped away. Mornings when I wake up exhausted because we stayed up all night screwing around.
I lift her up into my arms, holding her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist.
There’s a benefit in taking our time, an emotion in going slow, but my patience is gone.
I’m claiming my little peach, and I’m claiming her right now.
Chapter Seven
Alice
He sucks my tongue into his mouth as he rocks his hard erection against me.
I’m about to die. Not literally of course, I don’t think.
I only know that my heart is hammering so hard against my chest that it feels like I might decease right here and now in this very spot. According to that book at the library, I wouldn’t be the first to die in this old mill, though I wonder if I’d be the first to go by way of sex.
Wyatt stares down at me with dark eyes and a growl in his throat.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed this so damn much.
“Strip your panties off,” he commands as he unbuckles his belt slowly, throwing his jeans to the ground. “I need to see that soft little pussy spread wide for me.”
I’m embarrassed at how soaked I am. Then again it has been four months since I’ve had sex and I’m currently being pumped with every hormone imaginable.
I take off my panties and throw in the bra removal for free.
He seems to like this and dives into my tits immediately. Squeezing, sucking, licking like a starving man who’s seen a steak dinner.
His teeth scrape across my nipples, his tongue flicks my tit, and a deep, resonating growl works its way up his throat until he’s barking out more orders.
“Up against the window, hands on the glass.”
I do as he’s asked and land my hands against the cold windowpane as I kneel on the wooden seat before it, legs slightly spread.
I’ve been in this position before. I know what happens next. I remember how big and thick his cock is. I remember what it feels like to be spread wide and taken hard by this giant beast of a man.
I can’t wait to feel it again!
One rough hand lands on my hip as he positions himself at my entrance.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet,” he groans as the tip of his cock slides inside of me.
At first, his movements are slow and deliberate, and I memorize everything. His massive cock stretching me wider. The heat of his body pressed against mine. The slow rhythmic slap of his balls. The faint scent of pine that gets stronger with every thrust.
Then, he picks up speed. He picks up speed and my nipples press against the cold glass, my hands slide and squeak, my pussy clenches around his cock, and I whimper and whine for more.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard in this little pussy,” he growls as he thrusts harder. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”
I have a roundabout idea because I’ve thought about it too… a lot.
