If tonight is what I’ll be thinking of on my deathbed, I want him to feel the same. I want to ruin this man so he’llnever be able to escape the thoughts of the wild night he had with his wildflower.
Finally both naked, he steps closer. “What do you want first?”
“What are the options?” I tease, my eyes dancing.
Walker wraps one hand around my neck and pulls me to him. My skin heats the moment my breasts hit his chest. He pulls my hair tighter, and my head falls back just so, forcing my mouth up. He runs his nose from right behind my ear to my neck, sending shivers cascading over my body. “You can have my mouth.” He presses his warm, open mouth against my neck and sucks. “Or my fingers.” He breathes against my skin, and my sex clenches, empty and waiting. “Or my cock,” he purrs against my ear.
I keen forward and grasp his length, pulling a whispered “Fuck” from him. He’s silky smooth as I glide my hands down and cup his balls. “I’ll take one of each, please.”
His husky laugh against my shoulder is followed by his hot tongue. Then he reaches down and rolls his thumb across the head of his cock. He pushes his glistening thumb between us, all the way up to the edge of my lips, and then commands, “Open.”
I do, and when he slides his thumb against my tongue, I suction my lips around it and suck the salty pleasure from him.
My mouth waters, needing more, and a whimper slips from my throat. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Pulling his thumb back, he glances around and then pushes us back toward the white cloth–covered furniture. He grabs the sheet, exposing what is clearly a new couch. “Sit.”
I almost laugh at how, even during sex, he’s a man of few words.
“Please,” I chide.
He grunts as he grabs his cock, squeezing like he needs it to hold him over. “You want me to beg, Tally girl?”
If I thought I was on a high before, nothing compares to that idea. I nod. “Yes.”
Walker isn’t a boy like the guys I’ve fooled around with in the past. This is a man who knows what he wants. Who is comfortable enough in his own body to submit to whatever I ask. Who revels in pleasing me.
He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Please, Wildflower,” he mumbles against my lips. “Please sit your pretty ass down on this couch, spread those legs, and let me use this mouth the way I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you.”
Even though he’s just begged like I asked, he pushes down, gently, on my shoulders, forcing me to lower to the couch. There’s something about that juxtaposition that has me overheating—him forcing me down while also begging for my submission. It has me nervous I’ll leak all over this brand-new couch, so at the last minute, I grab the sheet before sitting the rest of the way.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. His praise makes my stomach flip. “You know you’re going to make a mess.”
I nod as he grips my chin to hold me in place. Then, with his other hand, he runs his cock against my lips, brushing his essence across them. “Lick,” he commands, pulling back, making it clear he means my lips.
I make a show of it, sucking them into my mouth.
“I’ll never last,” he mumbles. “But please, Tally, please suck my cock.”
The powerful elixir of his begging has me canting forward, grasping his hips and tugging him to me. I suck himinto my mouth in one swift move, and he grunts as he falls forward. I choke because I’ve never been with anyone this big. “Breathe, Tally,” he murmurs, catching himself and then stroking my cheek. My eyes lift and I find that his are filled with so much warmth. “Thatta girl, look how good you’re taking me. Those pretty eyes of yours are watering, they’re golden for me.”
I swallow and he curses again. “So good, Tally. Sofuckinggood.”
The ache pulses between my legs as I continue to suck him deep, wanting this to be the best damn blow job of his life.
“Can I come down your throat?” he pleads as he trails a finger up and down the center of my neck before wrapping his hand around it.
His eyes flare, and when I moan in delight, his grip tightens. “My wildflower likes it a bit rough, huh? You’re going to let me fuck this throat for a second?”
I nod around him and his lips lift. “Yeah, you will. And then I’m going to eat that desperate pussy. You want that, Tally? Want me to feast on you? Drink your cum? Make you squirt down my throat?”
My body spasms at his words, and desire floods between my legs. Oh my God, I’m going to come the minute he touches me again. I’m unable to even speed up this part to get him there because he’s holding me in place as he slowly thrusts in and out of my mouth, stealing his pleasure. Taking and taking, while giving me exactly what I need. Because having Walker like this, experiencing this with him, is the hottest moment of my life.
His jaw tightens as his fingers dig in to the side of mythroat and his thrusts become more wild. He’s chasing his high, whimpering and cursing, telling me how good it feels. How nothing has ever been better. How I have the best mouth. The hottest tongue. The perfect throat. And then on a growl, he warns me right before he pulses inside my mouth and comes on a curse.
I don’t even have a moment to breathe before he’s tugging himself back, hauling my thighs forward and dropping to his knees so he can suck me dry, just as he promised. The second his hot mouth hits me I jolt, but Walker is prepared, already having a steady grip, keeping me in place. “Fuck, Tally.” He licks at me like he can’t get enough. “I’ve never tasted something so sweet. Can I do this all night?” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my back arches as I push my pussy against his tongue.
“Oh God,” I pant.
