Her in my lap, fingers brushing along the shadow on my jaw, blue eyes blinking up at me… it does more than words ever could.
I don’t knowhowto communicate any other way than this.
With my fists when I’m angry, with my cock when I’m lonely, with my mouth when I want to say things that I have no business saying or even thinking. That’s what happens when you grow up in a world where the only thing you could ever do isreact. To whatever situation, whatever circumstance.
Maisie shivers on top of me when I glide my palms up the smooth, bare skin of her back and pull my hoodie over her head.
As painfully fucking hard as it makes me seeing her wearing my clothes, I need to see all of her. Bare. I want to feel her skin against mine and forget everything that happened before I stepped across that threshold tonight.
And fuck me, I already am.
Maisie is fucking exquisite.
Her pale pink nipples are tightened into little upturned peaks, and as I reach up and palm each of her tits, her breath catches. I know that I should take my time touching her, spend hours wringing pleasure from her body, but there’s a desperation in our movements, the same way there was the night that we met.
Slow, gentle, tender… none of those things are who I am, and by now, she knows exactly the kind of man I am.
The kind of man she’s chosen to let inside her body. To touch her. Taste her.
Her hands slip beneath the front of my hoodie, fingernails raking across my stomach, and I let out a grunt as I lean forward and slam my lips to hers, my tongue plunging straight through her parted lips. Taking.
And taking.
And fucking taking.
Taking everything she has to offer.
I swallow down her whimpers as she grinds herself against my cock, which I’m sure is harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
All because ofthisgirl.
This magnetic fucking pull that steals my control, that I’m bone-deep tired of fighting against.
Maisie tears her lips away only to push the rest of my hoodie up and yank it over my head, but then her lips are back on mine, her fingers threading into the hair at my nape. Every time her hips rock, chasing friction on my cock, her pebbled nipples graze against my chest, and her fingers tighten.
She angles her hips so the head of my cock nudges against her clit, and we both groan. Her fingers tear at my hair, holding on as she writhes and sucks on my tongue.
Wanton. Fuckingwild.
In a way I’ve never seen her.
When she pulls back, she’s panting, her pupils blown. “Fuck me, Wilder.” Three words that are my undoing. “Please,” she adds, as if it wasn’t enough to hear her pleading with me to fuck her. “I need it. I needyou. I… I can’t wait any longer.”
Hearing her beg for my cock shreds my restraint until there’s nothing remaining, unleashing something fucking feral in me in the process, something that matches her.
We become a mess of arms, and limbs, and teeth, and tongues, neither one of us wanting to stop the frantic desperation connecting us.
I press the pad of my thumb over the front of her panties and circle her clit, finding her already soaked, arousal seeping through the thin scrap of lace.
Like a fucking caveman, I want to lean down and inhale, smelling how much she wants me, how turned on she is. But I don’t stop rubbing her swollen clit, watching as her lips part. “God, yes.”
She reaches between us and tugs at the waistband of my pants to free my cock, and somehow, she manages to pull them down just enough that my erection springs free, bobbing between us.
Maisie’s mouth falls open, her eyes flickering with heat as she stares down at my cock. “I forgot…” Her words are breathy, rough. “Howbigyou are.”
I’m thinking of something to respond to that, but my brain shuts off entirely when she reaches down and wraps her small, soft hand around me as she rakes her teeth over her bottom lip. A ragged groan pours out of me when she squeezes harder and gives my cock a long, slow pump.
“Tell me how to… Is this good?” she says, pulling her eyes up to mine. “Am I doing it right?”
