His other hand, not between my legs, grips my thigh tighter. “Say it.”
“I love you.” He moves closer, and I put a hand over myself, stopping him from pressing his mouth to me. He looks up at me with a confused and slightly angry expression for interfering with what I know to be one of his favorite things to do. “Tell me you love me.”
“You’re my light in the dark, Saint. I love you more than I love me.” I want to respond, but he removes my hand from between my legs, and then his mouth is on me. His hands slide between us, and he spreads my sex open so he can devour me. His tongue slides up and back, into my opening like he’s fucking me before moving upward and swirling around my clit.
“Fuck me, Wild.” It’s barely been six hours since he last went down on me, and it’s like I’ve forgotten how good it feels. Absolutely nothing feels like his mouth between my legs. Or his dick. Or his fingers. Or even when he uses my vibrator on me. Being in this space with Wild is like nothing else in this world, and I think if I added up all the minutes I’ve spent fantasizing about it, it would be well over a year.
His stubble feels like tiny knives between my legs, forcing me to that point of pleasure that teeters on pain. I let out a cry, and he pulls back, not allowing his jaw to be pressed against my cunt but allowing only his tongue to sweep back and forth through my slit.
I put a hand behind me to steady myself and one behind his head, threading my fingers through his silky brown strands as I grind my pussy against his tongue.
“It makes me as hard as fucking stone that I’m the only man who’s ever tasted your pussy.”
“Only you,” I moan.
“So fucking nasty for letting your stepbrother eat your cunt.”
“Oh? I had a choice?” I sass, and he narrows his eyes at me from between my legs. “I felt bad. You were just so obsessed with me.” I bite down on my bottom lip as a smile pulls at it, and though I see the smile in his eyes, he stops, letting his mouth hover over my pussy.
“I’m obsessed with you?” he asks, and I can feel his breath on my wet flesh, making me shiver.
“Aren’t you?”
He lets his tongue dart out, dragging it slowly through my slit before flicking my clit and swirling his tongue in a circle. Then he pulls back and stands up, letting my feet fall off his thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how fucking obsessed I am.” He pulls me off the table and back to my bedroom, and when he slams the door behind us, a few pictures on my dresser rattle, and I know I am in for a very hard fucking.
“Spread your legs,” he growls as I get on my bed and do as he says, opening my wet and slightly stimulated pussy up for him. Even though I can feel the tension radiating off him, I know that I’m in the safest place in the world, which is in a room with Sebastian Wilder.
He pulls off his sweatpants just as I pull off his T-shirt, leaving us both naked, and I take a minute to take him in. He’s gorgeous. Covered in inked muscles and just enough hair on his hard body to give him this raw masculinity that makes my cunt weep just by looking at him. His eyes study me the same way,traveling up and down my naked frame before settling on my face and staring at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. But the look is fleeting, and a wicked smirk finds his mouth as he pulls me hard by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist while he kneels on the bed. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, I watch him spit directly on my pussy.
“Wild, fuck me please,” I beg.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Because I’m obsessed, right?” His low and gruff voice sends a shiver down my spine.
He takes his cock in his hand and rubs his dick across my clit, rubbing it in circles before tapping against it. I clench, watching the way my wetness makes his dick want to stick to my clit before he pulls it away with each tap. “I’m obsessed with you, too, Wild. Don’t act like you don’t know that.” I pant, knowing he’s about to start torturing me. “I am not in the mood for orgasm denial, please,” I pant.
He rubs his dick in a circle a few more times before his eyes meet mine. “You felt bad?” he asks, throwing my words back at me. I knew that would poke the bear, and I fucking regret it.Sort of.Sometimes it turns him on when I’m a smart-ass, and usually, I can tell when those times are. Clearly, I gambled wrong this time.
“I was just being your sassy little princess.” I smile, trying to get him to come back from the ledge, but when he leans down, I realize that even that won’t get me out of this. The only thing that will get me out of this is if I tell him to stop, and I’ve never done that. I never want him to stop.
“Yeah? Well, I’m about to show you just how fucking obsessed I am.”
My toes curl at his words. “Wild…”
He grips my chin and forces my lips open before he lets a stream of spit fall into my mouth. “Swallow,” he commands, and I do in a way that he can tell that I did. “You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good girl.” Before the words have registered, my legs are over his shoulders, and he’s inside me, pounding me so hard I move up the bed with each thrust. In this position, it’s so deep, and I moan each time he bottoms out inside me. “I told you that smart-ass mouth of yours would get you in trouble. You’re lucky I didn’t put you over my knee.”
“I love when you put me over your knee,” I purr with a chuckle, loving nothing more than antagonizing him when he’s like this. I love being a brat when he’s already feeling unhinged. I love feeling his teeth on my neck and shoulder while he ruts into me, leaking cum inside me with every thrust.
I’m just feeling the beginnings of my orgasm when he pulls out, causing me to whimper. “What the hell, Wild? I was close!”
“I know.” He gives me a wicked grin before he lays a loud smack on my cunt, causing me to squeal. “You don’t get to come yet. This is for my pleasure, not yours.”
