Or maybe that’s his tongue, demanding my attention as he feasts on whatever is nearest, not a picky eater. My core. My clit. Beyond. The man consumes me so intently, it convinces me this is absolutely for him, maybe not for me at all.
The ripples of pleasure that feel like the beginning of a core-shattering orgasm tell me I’m going to get plenty from it.
Breathing through my nose, I struggle to pace myself as I take him deeper this time, lowering myself until I feel his piercing hit the back of the roof of my mouth.
His deep groan urges me on, but when he pulls back to speak, I miss the hot press of his mouth instantly and try not to cry out in complaint.
“The way I’ve dreamed of tasting this sweet pussy every goddamn hour since the last time I got to. It’s haunted me, Lexi. Gonna keep you on my face all fucking night until I get my fill.” He nips at the skin of my thigh, driving me crazier.
“You can’t,” I whimper.
A rumble sounds somewhere near his chest. “Like hell I can’t. Watch me.”
I shake my head, turning so I can see his face. “No, Wilder. I can only come once. And it’s not gonna be with your mouth tonight.”
“What d’you mean?” His words are muffled, mouth still busy, but I pull away from him to get my point across.
“I’m not one of these girls who can just keep coming. I get overstimulated, once is enough for me. And this isn’t a challenge for you. I’m telling you, once you get me off, I’m done. And I need more than your tongue tonight.”
“You really shouldn’t have told me that.”
The dark glimmer in his eyes, the hard set of his jaw, the air of determination around him, they all make me gulp as I watch it settle into him and wonder what I just got myself into.
He licks his lips slowly, watching me closely. “Now I’m going to drag this out all fucking night. Because it’s gonna take that long for me to get my fill. If it takes hours for you to come, that’s just too bad.”
I shake my head with desperation. Fast, frantic, the way I need him to fuck me. “No, I need you to fuck me tonight, Wilder. I need this out of my system.”
His head and shoulders fall back to the pillow and he lets out a laugh that’s anything but kind. “You think I’m giving you everything just so you can walk away from me? Nice fucking try,bella. Your pussy’s gonna get my cock, but it won’t be tonight.”
My eyes water, frustration building in my gut in ways that are going to spill out in other ways I’ll regret if I can’t get it under control.
He’s not going to give me what I want, even when I’m doing everything he asked of me.
Ibeggedfor it, for Christ’s sake.
Alexis Weiss has never begged for anything in her fucking life.
Eyes still watering, I bite down on my lip until it hurts so I don’t scream from the unfairness of it all. That sensor inside him must be working overtime right now, picking up on the things I can’t voice, because he’s quick to jump into my spiral and stop it from bottoming out.
“You’re getting what you need tonight. I’ll make sure of that.”
“Just not your cock?” The words sound petulant, but I can’t hide how bad I need this.
He’s just going to pull the rug out from under menow? When I’ve come all this way, put weeks of hatred—not to mention mydignity, and even worse, my pettiness—aside for this one fucking night?
His eyes scrape over me, taking in the emotion that’s escaping me. “I told you, Lexi. You can let it all out with me. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough. I can takeanythingyou throw at me. That frustration you’re drowning in? Take it out on me.”
Those words fill me with something warm, something that loosens desires that have been tied down for far too long. Freeing the restraints that have leashed me into the version of me that was palatable for others.
All that “too much” I have to keep locked away. It’s not too much forhim.
It’s fucking freeing.
He sees when his words land, hitting where he intended.
“Now fucking ride me. And don’t be gentle or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Listening, I let my lower half fall down on him, and there’s nothing gentle about the way my skin slaps onto his with the contact.
