When my breath catches, he taps his cock once, twice, God, three times against me, and if I weren’t pinned to the door, I think my trembling legs may actually give out.
Wilder’s palm skims along the back of my thigh, tracing the curve of my ass as he lifts me completely off my feet, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He levels his gaze on me. “You’re going to come again, baby,” he grits out. “This time on my cock. And then you’re going to walk your pretty little ass back to that booth and sit next to that fucker, knowing you havemycum dripping out of you. Because youarefucking mine, Maisie.”
I’m nodding repeatedly, words failing me as he drives his cock into me with one punishing thrust. “Mine.”
I’ll remember the way he groans the word, ragged and feral, for the rest of my life.
In every fantasy, every dream that I wake up panting from, it’s his voice that I’ll hear.
Wilder fucks me into the door, each thrust harder, deeper than the one before, his hips slapping against my ass until the door starts to rattle.
In a breath, he spins us around, and my ass hits the edge of the sink, the cold bite of the porcelain causing a shiver to skate down my spine. Thankfully, it’s a more stable surface because Wilder’s fucking me with so much force that my teeth chatter. It’s raw and unhinged, and I can’t get enough. I can’t get close enough to him. Ineedmore.
His gaze drops to where he’s buried in my pussy, watching his cock slide in and out of me possessively.
“Fuck,” he rumbles. “Look at your pretty little cunt stretched around me.”
I follow his eyes, glancing down to where we’re joined, my pulse galloping wildly when I see exactly what he’s saying.
It’s so erotic, so hot, that I instantly clench around him.
Wilder’s head drops back on his shoulders, his hips rocking forward until we’re flush, until I’m completely full and he’s hitting resistance. Then he swivels his hips, planting himself so deep that my vision blurs, black dancing around the edges.
I squeeze my eyes shut and reach for him, dragging his lips down to mine and whimpering into his mouth so no one hears.
He kisses me like he’s fucking me. Hard, bruising, unrelenting.
There’s nothing gentle or slow about either the kiss or the way he’s pounding into me.
It’s dirty, and indecent, and so, so good.
His fingers move to the front of my dress, and he tugs the front down along with the cup of my bra, the pebbled peak of my nipples hardening further when the cool air ghosts along them. He captures it between his lips and sucks, alternating the pressure, raking his teeth over the peak.
My hands fly to his hair, threading in the strands as I hold on, pulling him as close as possible against me, nearly desperate with the need to feel his skin on mine.
I never knew sex could be like… this. An out-of-body experience.
I never knew my body was capable of this kind of pleasure.
“Wilder…” I moan, my head lolling back against the mirror. I reach for his hand, searching blindly until I find it, and I drag it to my throat, positioning him exactly where I need him right now. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
My eyes snap open. “I want to feel you squeezing me.”
I’m so, so close to the edge that I know this, along with the brutal pace of his thrusts, will send me careening over.
“I need it. Don’t hold back.” My words are laced with desperation. “Please.”
Wilder’s eyes flicker with heat. “Jesus, you are so fucking mine, baby. My dirty girl likes to get fucked hard in the bathroom while all of her friends are just down the hallway.” His fingers curve around my throat, and my heart pounds. It races like it’s searching for the finish line too, and he tightens them, cutting off just the right amount of air. “Who wants me to choke her while I’m fucking her tight, pink little pussy.” I whine, and he reaches between us, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
Like usual, the filthy words send me over the edge, and I explode, coming around his cock only for him to follow me into the dark, both of us clinging to each other, a tangle of limbs and ragged breath.
Our skin is slick with sweat as Wilder empties inside of me, whispering how I’m his, my name, over and over.
I slump back against the mirror, and it makes a loud bang, causing us to both jump, and I laugh.
