His fingers curl into my hair, tugging my hair back roughly. “You wanna be a good girl for me, Maisie? Stop being a little brat that needs her ass spanked and do as you’re told, when you’re told?”
Oh God.
Do I want that?
Absolutely. One hundred percent if it means he keeps talking to me in that low, commanding tone.
“Yes.” The word is completely breathless; it sounds needy and wanton, but I don’t even care.
If this is what it took to push him over the edge, to finally touch me, I think I’d do just about anything.
I’m so wet right now that I can feel it slick against my thighs. I feel like I could… combust into actual flames, and he’s barely even touched me.
I may be inexperienced, as in never having actually experienced sexual things before, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know exactly what turns me on, what makes me wet.
I’ve spent my entire life reading thousands of different love stories, of different ways to get pleasure and to… give it.
Wilder’s hands move to the hem of his hoodie where it kisses the top of my thighs, slipping beneath the oversized fabric. The contact of his rough palms gliding up my sides has my nipples hardening and goose bumps dusting my arms.
In a single breath, he pulls his hoodie up and over my head, leaving me completely bare for him, aside from my panties, which are a wet, sopping mess.
He lets out a low grunt when his back hits the couch behind him, and he drinks me in, hungry eyes flaring as they move over my chest and my taut nipples, which are turned up and so sensitive that the air kissing them might make me come.
My skin is nearly vibrating from the caress of his gaze, but when I reach for him, he captures my wrists midair, halting me.
“Good girls do as they’re told, Maisie.”
My breath hitches.
Slowly, he lowers my hands back to my sides, and he leans back.
God, why won’t hetouchme? I’m going out of my mind with need.
I try to quell the ache, to stifle the throbbing in my core by pressing my thighs together, but his hips are in the way.
“Don’t interrupt me while I’m fuckingfinallyable to appreciate every inch of what I’m looking at.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
WILDER
I’ve never donea damn thing selflessly in my life.
It’s just who I am. The man I’ve always been.
When you grow up in a world where the only person thinking of you, protecting you, providing for you is yourself… it’s ingrained in you.
You look out for yourself first because no one else will.
Not an excuse, just the truth.
But right now? Even with my cock so hard it actually fucking aches, the only thing I want is to watchMaisiefall apart.
I want her to come on my fingers first and then my face. I want to feel her pussy trembling against my tongue as she does. I want to drink her down, savor every drop of her pleasure as if it’s mine and only mine.
Hearing those breathy little whimpers, the ones that have haunted my goddamn dreams since that night, watching as her pillowy lips fall open, her body pulling taut, belly quivering from the intensity.
