Chapter 17
seventeen
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Rosalie
Checking the Naughty List Twice
There’s a possibility that I might melt into the floor or combust into an inferno, a blaze of fiery flames, in the next few seconds with how hot it is in here.
I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want Wells McCoy.
The way he’s staring almost… reverently at me makes me feel so incredibly sexy and wanted and empowered.
His desire is what gave me the confidence to ask him to fuck me, something I’ve never so brazenly done before.
It’s not that I’m shy, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt comfortable enough to ask for my pleasure as I do right now at this very moment.
There have been times in the past when I didn’t even feel comfortable enough to take my shirt off around the very few men I’ve hooked up with.
I didn’t want them to see me fully naked, but with Wells…
it feels different. I’m still a little self-conscious because it’s ingrained in my brain, and likely always will be, but he takes the time to reassure me without me having to say anything at all.
I know that he doesn’t truly understand what that means to me, but it’s… everything.
Those who have never struggled with their weight or body image can’t fully understand what it’s like to hate the person staring back at you. To pick apart every single part of you until there’s nothing left but a shell.
“Thank fuck. I’m dying here, baby,” he murmurs near my lips, nipping gently at the sensitive skin beneath my ear, then laving it with his tongue, sending sparks shooting through my blood.
My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve end thrumming with the burn of the flames licking my skin.
I’m the one who’s going to die if he doesn’t get inside me. I squeeze his cock, tightening my fingers around his thick girth, my clit pulsating with each stroke.
God, he’s huge.
I sweep the pad of my thumb along the slit of his cock, gathering the precum and spreading it all around the blunt head. He hisses when I brush the underside, trailing my finger along the sensitive ridge.
Later, I want to taste him, but right now, I’m too frantic, too desperate to have him fill me.
Letting go of his cock, I bring my fingers to the waistband of his briefs and try to pull them down, but the movement is sloppy with how fiercely he’s kissing me, sucking on my tongue. I can hardly even form a thought.
The fabric is still wet from the hot tub, and it’s sticking to his skin. I tear my mouth away, blowing out a frustrated huff that he chuckles at, and he makes quick work of the boxers and tosses them to the side.
Wells rises to his knees, fully naked, and holy shit… it makes my heart race in my chest so fast that it’s hard to even breathe.
He’s freaking gorgeous. Every inch of his body is hard, taut muscle that is cut with sharp ridges and rivets that I want to delve my tongue into.
There’s no doubt that this man has been a professional athlete for years because his body is a work of finely tuned art that he’s clearly poured years and years into cultivating.
His chest is wide and broad, the muscles of his pecs as sharp and defined as the rows of tight abs that taper into sharp lines at his waist.
I press my legs together when I see the dark trail of hair leading down his stomach to his beautiful, thick cock. My heart is racing, and my pussy is throbbing, heat filling every one of my limbs, making everything feel heavy and achy.
“Jesus,” I breathe when he reaches for his cock, fisting it and giving it a languid pump, twisting his wrist along the head and groaning while his hooded gaze drags over me.
“I could come just like this,” he rasps as he fucks his hand. “All over you. My cum coating those tight nipples, your perfect stomach, and pretty pink little pussy.”
I exhale a trembling breath before raking my teeth over my bottom lip.
“Touch yourself.”
The low, hoarse command that has so little restraint within it makes me shiver, racking my body so violently I can feel my hands starting to tremble.
“I want you to watch while I fuck my fist,” he says. “Put your fingers on your clit, make it feel as good as I do with my tongue.”
Holding his steady gaze, I pull my lip between my teeth and slowly trail my hand down my body until I finally make it to my pussy. Wells looks down to where I’m spreading myself open, and his eyes flare with desire. “Good girl. Now, circle it slowly. Tease yourself.”
I do as I’m told and press the pads of my fingers to my clit and rub soft, slow circles. Lifting my other hand to my breast and tugging roughly at my nipples, I roll them between my fingertips until I’m arching off the floor, unable to stop the pleasure building inside me.
I can’t believe I’m even doing this. Something so erotic, so dirty, with Wells.
It’s one thing to make myself orgasm at home when I’m alone in the confines of my room, but to do it in front of him while he watches unabashedly and pleasures himself is another.
I feel bold, wanton, powerful, and the feelings are addictive. A high I want to chase.
My eyes drop shut, and I give in to the pleasure, rubbing my clit faster, listening to the sounds of his stuttering grunts, the way he praises me and tells me how sexy I look, how he’s losing his mind watching me do this to myself.
Suddenly, my eyes snap open when I feel his fingers pressing into the inside of my thighs to spread them open wider, and he replaces my fingers with his tongue, sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth so hard that my vision dances, black spots floating behind my lids when they pinch tightly shut.
I was already so close again, but now as he sucks roughly at my clit and slips two long, thick fingers inside me, my walls tighten around him.
“Wells…” I pant, reaching down to thread my fingers into his hair again. My hips lift of their own accord, a reflex to the pleasure pulsing through me, frantic to somehow get even closer to his wicked tongue.
The moment he curls his fingers inside of me, stroking the spot along my wall that has my toes curling against his muscled back, I fall over the edge, my orgasm barreling into me with so much force that my entire body trembles.
Heat floods my lower belly in torrents of pleasure, and I ride out each second of the slow, unhurried strokes of his fingers and his tongue flicking against my clit.
When it’s too much, he stops, pressing the sweetest, most tender kiss to the top of my pussy, and crawls over my sated body.
“You are fucking magnificent, baby. You taste so sweet, I can’t get enough,” he murmurs against my mouth, hovering over me. “I could spend the rest of my night between your thighs, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
I bite the corner of my lip to hide my grin. “Well, that wouldn’t work because then I wouldn’t get to have your huge cock filling me up.”
“Huge, yeah?” he says before capturing my lips in a searing kiss, tongue tangling with mine.
Sliding his rough palm along my thigh, he hitches it higher up on his side before reaching for his length and dragging it through my pussy. I’m so turned on, so wet for him, that the insides of my thighs are sticky with arousal, and he groans when it coats his cock.
He stills suddenly. “Shit. Condom?”
“I have an IUD, and I’m good, if you are…” I trail off.
“You asking if I want to fuck you bare, Sugar?”
It sounds so… dirty hearing him say it that way, all low, and hoarse, and raspy.
“Yes, if you’re okay with that,” I breathe.
His answer is to nudge the head of his cock against my clit, rocking his hips roughly, dragging it through my pussy until I’m nearly writhing beneath him.
“I’m good too, and if you’re sure, there is nothing in this goddamn world that I want more than to feel you wrapped around me with nothing separating us. I’ve never been bare with anyone.”
I run my fingers along the hard expanse of his stomach to his sides, where I curl them and pull him closer to where I want him. “Me either. So please, fuck me.”
A smirk curls his lips as he guides his cock to my entrance, and slowly, so slowly that I might actually die in the process, he pushes inside an inch.
It’s a tight fit, the slightest bite of pain from his size and the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, but also… it feels…
His big, rough hand curves around my waist, digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he slowly sinks inside me, inch by inch, until he’s seated to the hilt.
The breath I’ve been holding finally spills out of me, a mixture of a moan and a whimper as my nails bite into his sides, the pain morphing into pleasure.
“God, I’m so… so full.”
It feels like his cock is in my stomach. He’s so deep, so thick. I feel like I can hardly take a complete breath, and it’s incredible.
Wells swivels his hips in a circle, hitting everything inside of me, every single inch, his pubic bone grinding against my clit until I cry out his name, clinging to him.
His hooded gaze roams my face, his hands bracketing the floor beside me as he raises slightly, pulling out of me until only the head of his cock remains, then slamming back into me in one hard, powerful thrust. Then he does it again, and again, setting a rhythm that has my brain turning hazy, fucking me hard, each stroke of his cock reaching a new depth.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.” He groans, his voice strained, before burying his mouth into my neck and dragging his tongue along my heated skin.
Tendrils of pleasure snake down my spine, taking hold of me, manipulating each breath, each moan, each movement.
I’m enslaved to ecstasy, and he’s the one controlling it.
He pushes off the ground and rises onto his knees, his rough hand gripping my hip as he begins to pound into me. The other hand slides down my thigh and brings my leg up onto his shoulder. The angle is different, deeper. Better.
I feel his lips press along the inside of my ankle, and my stomach flutters.
God, this man.
How did I ever accept anything less than this?
“Need you to come for me, Sugar. Be my good girl, and come on my cock.” Wells drops my leg from his shoulder, leaning down to press his hard body against my front, murmuring against my lips before smashing them to mine and kissing the breath right out of my lungs.
When his thumb hits my clit, the pad circling in quick, hard circles, I come, my head flying back against the rug, back arching completely off the floor as I’m racked with powerful, intense waves that have every nerve ending in my body coming alive.
I don’t just moan, I scream, the sound erupting out of me without choice. His thrusts turn choppy, uneven as he groans, stilling above me, fingers digging into my thighs as he buries himself as far as he can and spills inside me with a rough, ragged groan.
Feeling his warm cum spurting makes me come harder, prolonging the best orgasm of my life until I’m limp beneath him, sated and hardly even able to keep my eyes open.
He stays inside me, buried deep until I feel him soften, and only then does he gently pull out.
My eyes flutter open to find him sitting back on his haunches, staring between my thighs. His palms slide along my thighs, spreading my legs open wide, and then I watch as he gathers the cum spilling out of me and pushes it back deep inside of my pussy with two fingers.
It’s the most erotic moment of my life, and honestly, it feels like I could come again just feeling him do something so… possessive.
It’s unbelievably hot.
His gaze travels up the length of my body, and he drags his tongue along his bottom lip. “Every drop stays inside this pretty little pussy. I want my cum filling you for days, Rosalie.”
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but he adds another finger and curls it up, stroking my G-spot. The sound of him fucking me while I’m full of his cum is obscene and loud, and I’m hurtling toward yet another orgasm at the hand of the sexiest man I’ve ever met.