Page 125 of Just Wait

“Y-Yes,” I agree, my shoulders shaking as I try to catch my breath.

He nods, his facial hair tickling my cheek. “If that changes, all you have to do is say the word.”

“I want you.” My face burns as I realize exactly how visible my nipples are under the thin dress, but whatever. Hopefully they make for a sexy image because I’m crazy attracted to him.

“The feeling is mutual,” Kincaid growls, raking his teeth over my lower lip. At the same time, he teases a thick finger inside me.

I moan, nodding, while hoping he understands I’m asking for more.

He chuckles. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, but you’re fully ready to be fucked. Aren’t you, sweet girl?”

My insides turn melty. “More of that.”

Kincaid adds another finger, stretching them and aiming them directly at my G-spot.

I think I meant that I wanted more praise, but the extra finger is good too.

The stretch is delicious.

Clenching my inner walls makes it even better since there’s finally something to cling to.

His thumb brushes my clit, and everything feels extra naughty and frantic since my panties are still on.

My feet dig into his ass as I stretch my arms down, working his belt.

It’s not easy to stay focused.

Kincaid kisses me like he wants my brain to short-circuit. Not to mention the magic that he works on my pussy. I kinda hate how much practice he must have at wrecking a woman, but I’m also grateful that he can put all that knowledge to good use as he drives me wild.

His thumb teases over my swollen nub, and I moan, my head falling back against the wall. If he keeps that up, I’m going to come crazy fast.

They’ve taken turns teasing me all night, and my body is amped up and needy in a way I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

Sweat slides down my spine, beading on my hairline.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking sexy,” Kincaid murmurs, weaving his other hand into my hair. It gives me a nice cushion from slamming my skull against the brick. “I’m tempted to drop to my knees, toss your legs over my shoulders, and bury my face in your pussy. If you think this feels good, just wait until you see what I can do with my tongue, but fuck, I wanna watch your face and be able to kiss you when you come.”

He’s relentless, applying firmer pressure to my clit as he slams his fingertips into that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.

Pleasure builds under my skin, but I finally remember I was doing something. Struggling against his hold in my hair, I peek to find I got his belt and the button on his jeans open. Although our limbs are tangled together, I somehow manage to get my hand down his jeans as I work his zipper with the other.

He’s wearing boxer briefs.

Perhaps I didn’t have to be quite so careful, but I know Mal goes commando half the time.

Getting Kincaid’s boxer briefs pushed down enough that his cock pops out is a solid distraction from how close I am, but if I were to focus on how full I feel, I think I could come pretty fast.

His heavy cock slaps against his pelvis, and my jaw falls.

Holy shit.

That’s a lot of piercings.

Like more than five.

“Jesus, you have a lot of dick.” I wrap my hand around him, running my thumb down the bottom of his length. “So many rungs on your ladder. No wonder you’re so cocky.”

“Fuck, Lumen. I’m barely hanging on to my sanity.” He growls, and my head falls to the side, offering him my neck.