And I don’t give a fuck if I ever resurface.
“Fucking hell, I can feel you tightening around me.Goddamnit.” I pant, lifting my hips off the floor to meet her impaling herself on me. “Come on my cock, Maisie.” Each word is torn out of me through clenched teeth. “Now, baby.”
I manage to keep my eyes open when all I want to do is succumb to the pleasure unfurling wildly inside me so I can watch her come undone.
When I pinch her clit between my fingers and roll, nothing gentle about the movement, she fucking explodes.
Maisie nearly screams in pleasure, the sound reverberating around the walls. “Wilder, oh God. Yes. Please don’t…” shepants, sucking in a shuddering breath, a desperate gasp for air. “D-don’t stop. Yes. Yes.”
Her cunt clamps down around my cock so tightly that my eyes roll back, and I groan, long and ragged, like a wounded fucking animal, the sound vibrating out of me because I’m no longer in control.
I’m following behind her, my balls pulling tight as I thrust deep up into her, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips, my cock jerking as I spill inside her. I come for so goddamn long that it starts to leak out of her pussy, coating the base of my cock as my thrusts slow.
Maisie collapses onto my chest, burying her face in the space between my jaw and neck, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to mine as she sucks in gulps of air. Both of our hearts are racing, twining together in a rhythm of cacophonous beats.
After catching her breath, she breaks the charged silence.
“Wow. I donotremember it beingthatgood the first time,” Maisie murmurs, sated, against my neck. “That was… just… wow. Ten out of ten on performance,Coach.”
Christ, I’m pretty positive her calling me Coach is the equivalent of how some guys like being called Daddy. I don’t know if that makes me a creepy old fuck or not, but fuck it. I like it.
Her body shakes when a chuckle slides out of me. “Are we rating how I fuck you now?”
I feel her shoulder lift in a shrug. “I mean, technically, it’s only happened twice, so if we’re going by the average rating…”
That goddamn mouth.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
MAISIE
DidIactuallyhave sex with Wilder… again? Or was it just a hot, extremely vivid fever dream?
It’s the very first thought in my head when I peel my eyes open to bright, warm sunlight streaming through the window of my bedroom.
The answer to that question is immediately answered when I shift beneath the comforter and a dull, oddly delicious ache twinges between my legs.
I’m soreeverywhere.Literally, my hips, my ass, my breasts. All places that he touched, and kissed, and sucked.
The memory of it all comes rushing back, and I bite back a smile. Without a doubt, so beyond worth a little soreness.
Last night was perfect.
After I all but collapsed on top of Wilder, completely spineless after thethreeorgasms he gave me, he carried me to my bed and then gently took care of me.
It was so unexpected, even in my blissed-out haze, I was taken by surprise.
He got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned me. After using his finger to push his cum back inside me, of course.
Which was ungodly hot. I’ve always thought that I had a breeding kink, minus theactualbreeding, but last night confirmed it.
Still, it was honestly the last thing I thought he would want to do. Take care of me after hard, rough sex. He didn’t have to carry me to bed, or clean me, or lean down and press a lingering kiss to my lips before tucking my blankets around me and leaving.
Thinking of it makes my already tender core throb, and I exhale, my lips still spread with a smile that I can’t seem to shake.
I throw the covers off and grab a hair clip from my nightstand, twisting my hair up as I walk to the kitchen.
