"Baby girl," he grits out, but it sounds like a warning.
I can't stop myself. I move my hips, climbing higher up his cock until the orgasm hits. The pleasure explodes from the inside out, and I scream Wynn’s name. I’ve never known a feeling like this before, and I never want it to end.
"Kate," he growls, and that’s when I realize what I've done.
In the throes of my climax, I positioned myself at the head of his cock. There’s a slight burn as he slips inside me a few inches, and then his body tenses.
"Fuck. Can't stop."
Warmth blooms inside of me as his cock pulses with his release. I whimper, loving the sensation of his cum filling my body. It's playing with fire, but I don't care. The head of his dick swells, and I can feel every throb.
Wynn’s hold tightens almost painfully, and I love that it’s unbreakable. He’s holding me like he never wants to let me go. Like he wants to keep and protect me for the rest of his life.
When his release runs out of me, Wynn relaxes minutely. He lifts me a fraction so I’m off his cock, but it’s still hard and jutting up between us. It would be so easy to get back on it and take him deeper this time.
“Too fucking good,” he whispers before he buries his face in my neck. It’s like he regrets pulling out almost as much as I do.
I'm not sure how long we stay that way, but eventually he presses a few kisses to my neck. Now I really wish I could see his face.
"You've been a bad girl.” His tone is stern, and my stomach drops.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. Although I’m not sure what I’m sorry for. Did I really upset him? "I guess I moved too much and… you know."
"Took me inside your snug little hole and made me cum." His filthy words make my sex clench for more.
"Yeah, that." Okay, maybe it's good that I can't see him right now. Is he pissed? "And without a condom."
"I don't keep condoms on hand."
"Oh" is all I say because I kind of love that he doesn’t have a stash lying around. Turns out I’m loving everything about him.
"And that's not why you've been a bad girl." He brushes his lips across mine, making me smile. "You came before I said you could. I told you I’d take it, and then I'd give you a reward."
"What was my reward going to be?"
"I was going to eat your little pussy until you came all over my face.” I suck in a breath, now desperate for exactly that. "But I suppose that's selfish since it would really be a reward for me. How about I meet my bad girl halfway." I wiggle in his hold, already turned on again and wanting more. "I’ll need you to hold still for me so I can examine your pussy and make sure I didn't hurt you. If you’re a good girl, then I'll eat it." He leans in close, and his grip on me tightens. "Say yes, Kate.”
"Yes," I answer without hesitation.
With that, Wynn starts walking toward the living room. I need to be careful because his words alone could make me have an orgasm. And I don't want to end up being a bad girl again…or do I?
CHAPTER
EIGHT
WYNN
The firelight makes the room glow almost as much as Kate after an orgasm. In the dark hallway, I didn’t get to see her lost in pleasure, but I plan on making up for that right this second.
“My god,” I say as I stop in front of the couch and stare into her eyes. She’s still in my arms, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let her go.
“What?” She stiffens like she’s made a mistake, and I hope one day to break her of that habit.
I don’t want her first reaction to be fear or for her to immediately blame herself when something happens. If there’s only one thing I’m able to do with the rest of my life, it’s going to be proving to her that she was never the problem or the one at fault. It’s always been everyone else that fucked up.
“You have no idea how perfect you are, do you?” She grins at my praise and bites her bottom lip nervously. It’s adorable and makes me want her all over again. Not that my dick has a chance of going down any time soon. “It’s going to be a privilege to taste you.” Before she can try and brush me off or make a joke, I kneel down in front of the couch and set her on the edge. “Take the shirt off; I want you completely bare.”
I stay on my knees as I peel off my own shirt and then remove my sweats and boxer briefs. It’s a dangerous game to be fully naked with her, but I already came in her once. What’s the harm in a few more times?
