There’s nothing gentle about it.
It’s the kind of kiss that’s nothing but breath, and tongue, and heat, and hunger. A frantic mixture of desperation that bruises its way onto my lips and has heat pooling in my lower belly.
Every whimper, every breath, is stolen with each sweep of his tongue against mine.
And I know without question…
This is Wilder Hawthorneclaimingme.
When he pulls back, catching my lip between his teeth, an unsteady breath rattles out of me.
His hungry gaze collides with mine, pinning me against the door behind me. I feel the graze of his knuckles along the bareskin of my thigh, just below where my dress ends, all while his eyes remain locked on me.
He’s barely touching me, yet it feels more intense than ever before.
The air between us is humming with energy, crackling like an electric current.
I catch myself holding my breath as his fingers trail higher, inch by inch, beneath my dress until they’re ghosting against the front of embarrassingly damp fabric.
Only when his fingers slip beneath the fabric does the breath expel out of me. He drags two fingers through my pussy, spreading the wetness around my clit as I cling to him.
My palms curved around his biceps, nails cutting into the skin beneath his T-shirt.
Each thrum of his fingers on my throbbing clit has me panting, my hips rocking, chasing, desperation crawling inside of me until I feel the delicious promise of my orgasm just within reach.
He knows I’m close because his fingers suddenly leave my clit, and I have to stop myself from crying out in frustration. Only then, he plunges both thick fingers inside of me deeply, curling and hitting the spot that makes my eyes roll back.
I cry out, the sound escaping me before I can stop it, and there’s a chance that the entire restaurant just heard me, but right now, I’m too lost to care.
He brings his palm to my mouth and curves it over my lips. His thumb roughly circling my clit, his fingers slamming into me, the weight of his hungry stare is too much, so I bite down on his hand to keep from screaming.
Wilder hisses, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t pull away, even if it’s hurting.
No, he presses harder against my lips, eyes burning into me as he ruthlessly fucks me with his fingers. The lewd, wet soundof my pussy echoes in the room around us, pleasure spreading through my limbs until I’m trembling. I’m nearly sobbing as finally,finally,I come, blinding ecstasy shooting through me and sending me soaring.
He fucks me through my orgasm until it subsides, taking every ounce from my body until I’m a limp, sweaty, sated mess.
Wilder’s chin lifts, the darkness pooling in his eyes making him appear even more intoxicating.
“This pussy is mine.” He licks away my cum from his fingers, sucking them noisily into his mouth. “It was made for me.”
I’ve hardly peeled my eyes open, completely and utterly blissed-out, when he tugs the front of his gym shorts and briefs down over his straining erection.
It springs free, bobbing between us, the thick head red and angry, precum seeping from the tip.
I never knew a man’s cock could be so much of a turn-on.
But, God, Wilder has the most beautiful cock, impossibly thick and long.
It fits me so completely, reaching every spot inside of me like he was made solely for my body.
The thought is staggering.
I pull my lip between my teeth as he wraps his hand around his erection, the same fingers that were just inside me that are still glistening with my cum, and strokes himself. He drags the pad of his thumb over his weeping slit, and an unintelligible noise wrenches out of me.
The corner of his lip curves into a smirk, eyes glued to mine as he pumps his cock with one hand and, with the other, yanks my panties roughly down my thighs.
His fingers bite into my inner thighs as he spreads me open wide and then drags the head of his cock through my slit, nudging my sensitive clit.
