His growl vibrated through me.
I came fast and hard, head tipping back, the night sky swimming above me as pleasure ripped through my body. My thighs trembled, breath catching in my throat, and still he didn’t stop. Not until he’d licked every last drop from me.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet, his eyes wild.
And he looked proud. Ruined.Mine.
I didn’t give him time to stand.
The second he looked up at me with his lips slick, pupils blown wide, I climbed into his lap and straddled his thighs. My knees sank into the cool dirt on either side of him.
“Shit,” he breathed, grabbing for my hips. “You sure?”
“Wrecker.” I reached down and palmed the bulge in his jeans. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
His mouth dropped open as I worked his belt free, then popped the button and pulled down his zipper. He didn’t stop me. Just sat there, letting me do exactly what I needed.
I freed him from his boxer briefs and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hot, hard, andperfect. His whole body jerked.
“Fuck, baby…”
I lined him up with my entrance, still slick from his mouth, and sank down slowly.
His hands flew to my thighs, holding tight as I took every inch. My body stretched around him, the burn a perfect match to the ache I’d been carrying for days.
When I bottomed out, I paused.
Let the moment settle. Let the power of it hit.
I chose this.
Not because I was broken.
Not because I needed to be saved.
Because I wantedhim. Wanted this.
Wrecker looked like he was trying not to explode. His jaw was clenched, his eyes glued to where our bodies met.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered.
I rolled my hips once. Slow and deliberate. I let out a slight chuckle when his head snapped back.
“Then die happy.”
I started to move.
Slow at first. Testing the drag, the stretch, the way his cock filled me so perfectly I almost forgot how to breathe. My palms pressed to his chest, using him for balance as I rolled my hips again, then again, building a rhythm that made both of us shake.
Wrecker’s fingers gripped my ass, holding me steady, but he didn’t guide me. Didn’t try to take over. He just looked up at me like I was the only thing that had ever mattered.
“Jesus, Amanda,” he rasped. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
I leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth, then bit his bottom lip. “Then shut up and enjoy it.”
That earned me a groan that vibrated through my whole body.
I rode him harder. Each thrust was a declaration. That this was mine.Hewas mine. And I was done letting fear write the story of my body.
