Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
WILDER
“Hey, um, I need to make a phone call,” I say while tapping my fingers on the reception desk. “I need to check on my brother.”
“Wilder, right?” the receptionist says.
“Yes, that would be me.”
“Okay, hold on one second.” She reaches into her desk drawer, and I wait impatiently as she locates a quarter and then hands it to me.
“Thanks,” I say, taking the quarter from her and walking over to the booth. I have no idea if Mika is going to answer, but I’m hoping he will.
I dial his phone number and then wait for him to pick up.
Thankfully, he answers on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Mika, it’s Wilder.”
“Hey, brother,” he says, sounding like he’s in a jovial mood. “Glad to hear from you.”
“You are?” I ask.
“Very.”
Okay, something’s going on, because this is not the usual Mika.
So because I have very little time, I ask, “What’s going on? Why do you sound happy?”
“Oh, just got done talking to my good friend Denise. She went and told me that you and Scottie are having a good time at camp.”
“Did Scottie call Denise?”
“Oh yes, she did.”
“What did she say?” I ask so quickly that it sounds like one giant word all smushed together.
“Oh, just that you two made out.”
Well, news travels fast, that’s for damn sure. That’s what she was doing instead of going to the bathroom like she said she was—she called Denise, just like I called Mika. I’d be amused if I wasn’t so irritated.
My voice comes out stern as I say, “Tell me everything she said.”
“No ‘How are you? How are you doing? Everything okay over there?’”
“Mika, you know I don’t have a lot of time on these phone calls. You good?”
“I’m good.”
“Okay, then tell me everything.”
He chuckles and says, “Just that she was freaking out that you guys kissed and that she really liked it and that she thinks you’re really hot, and Denise called her out on having a crush on you.”
I feel like a crazy man, because what?
“Wait, so she was freaking out about the kiss?”
“She was. Big time. Why? Is she acting differently?”
“Uh, yeah. Really fucking differently, as if the kiss didn’t even affect her in the slightest.”
“Oh, it affected her. Pretty sure she used the word ‘throbbing’ when talking to Denise.”
Throbbing?
That liar!
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say as I shake my head. “Jesus, here I was thinking that she couldn’t care less about it, but in reality, she was throbbing.”
“I heard there was a lot of throbbing.”
A lot?
I mean…that does make me feel better.
“Well…fuck.”
I drag my hand over my face.
“What are you going to do about it?” Mika asks.
“I don’t know. What do you want me to do about it?”
“You want my honest opinion?”
“Yeah, I really do,” I say, feeling lost, confused, on edge.
Mika chuckles again. “Brother, listen carefully, okay? I want you to show my best friend a good fucking time. The best fucking time you can give her. She needs it.”
“Really? You think I should?”
“I know you should.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Uh, the moment I found out you two were headed to a camp together where you have to share a cabin, there was no doubt in my mind what you two would end up doing. I’m just shocked it took this long. But the question is, do you want to do anything with her? Are you attracted to her?”
“Dude, she’s gorgeous. Has the prettiest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen, and her lips are fucking incredible. Soft, dude. So fucking soft. And she kissed with confidence. I was almost waiting for her to be shy about it, but she wasn’t. She was so goddamn confident. I want…I want another taste. I’m desperate for it.”
“Okay, I don’t need the details.”
“You asked.”
“I know, but seriously, keep the lip stuff to yourself.”
“It’s true.”
“I’m sure it is. I’ll trust you on this. But if that’s how you feel, then maybe test it out, have some fun.”
“And what happens when we get back home and camp is over and we’re no longer pretending?” I ask. “I’m not…I’m not one to be in a relationship or anything like that. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“And why don’t you want to be in a relationship again? Because of Mom? Because of me? That’s no fucking excuse, and you know that.”
“I’m not looking for an excuse, I’m just looking to be ready is all.”
“I get that. My love life is all kinds of fucked up, so I have no room to judge, but I will say this. Scottie is a once-in-a-lifetime girl. She’s loyal, she’s smart, she keeps her friends close to her heart, and she deserves the world, something I believe you could give her.”
He really believes that about me? I haven’t really thought of any of the girls I’ve dated as long-term material. I haven’t even wanted a relationship, if I’m honest. He’s not wrong about Scottie though. Scottie is a once-in-a-lifetime girl, and she deserves the moon. At the very least, she deserves to have her world rocked sexually, and it sounds like that has never happened. Fucking Matt. What a tool. I’m honestly still surprised that she’s only been with one guy.
But if Mika thought we were such a good fit, why hasn’t he said anything about her before?
“If that’s the case, why didn’t you introduce us sooner?”
“I was planning on it,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice. “But I was just waiting for her to be ready. She beat me to it with this marriage farce. So now you have to ask yourself: now that you know her and have been around her, what are you going to do about it?”
Great fucking question.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I say as I step up to the table, startling Scottie and causing her to spill her drink on her hand right before she looks up at me.
“You, uh, you startled me.”
I pick up her napkin, take the drink from her, and then dab the liquid off her skin gently. When I’m done, I slip her hand into mine and pull her from her seat.
“Are we allowed to leave?” she asks, looking around for permission.
“We can do whatever we want,” I say into her ear, causing her to shiver. And then I pull her toward the exit just as I make eye contact with Sanders. I nod toward our cabin, and he smiles brightly. That’s all the permission I need.
Hand in hand, we make our way outside into the humid night air, where I guide her down the pathway that runs parallel with the lake.
“What, uh, what are we doing? Are we not going back to the cabin?”
“Not quite yet.”
“Okay,” she says, glancing around. “Umm, nighttime stroll then?”
Ignoring her, I ask, “Are you drunk?”
“No,” she says. “I mean, I can feel some of the alcohol, but I wouldn’t say drunk. Comfortable.”
“Good,” I say and then pull her toward the forest, where I gently press her against a tree.
“Oh my.” Her eyes meet mine. “Wh-what is going on?”
Slowing down and taking my time, I gently run my finger over her forehead, only to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Her eyes shine under the setting sun, and I know in this moment exactly what I’m going to do.
I don’t want her pretending like that kiss meant nothing.
I don’t want her acting like everything is normal.
Because it’s not.
There is nothing normal about the connection I feel with her.
About the energy bouncing between us.
About the sparks that flew when her lips met mine.
Nothing normal at all.
So I lean into my decision and softly say, “Kiss me.”
“Huh?” Her nose cutely scrunches up.
“Kiss me, Scottie. Without people watching, without the pressure of the camp, just…kiss me.”
“Why would I do that?”
I move in closer, pressing my hand to her hip. “Because you want to. Because you need to. Because the kiss we shared back there wasn’t just for pretend.”
And then to remind her about the palpable connection between us, I slip my thumbs under her shirt and drag them over her hipbones, trying to get her to drop the obvious shield she has up and admit to her feelings.
“What if…what if I don’t want to?”
Still holding back. I’m going to break her though.
“Then don’t kiss me,” I say simply. “But…” I lean in close, my lips brushing against her cheek, causing her chest to lift with an intake of breath. “I don’t think that’s the case. I think you do want to kiss me. I think you want to touch me, get lost in me, but you’re not allowing yourself to.”
Then I kiss the spot below her ear, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. That’s it, Scottie. Let yourself feel.
I press my lips down her neck, then across her jaw while my hand climbs up her sides.
Her breath grows heavier, her lips lightly parting. As I move across her mouth, she inhales sharply before I move back to her jaw, then to her ear.
I can feel her shaking ever so slightly under my touch. I can feel her breath hold still. I can feel the vibration of want coming off her, but instead of giving in, she holds out.
She doesn’t make the move.
And because I want her to be the one to make the move, because I want her to be the one who loses control, I pull away. Her eyes lift to mine, and I can see it, right there in her dilated pupils. She wants me. She just doesn’t know how to claim me.
Time to show her how.
“Come on,” I say as I slip my hands from her shirt and take her hand again. This time, I lead her toward our cabin. It’s a fast-paced walk, not stopping for anything or anyone. When I reach the cabin, I unlock the door for the both of us and then hold it open for her to walk in first. Then I follow in behind her and lock up.
When she turns to face me, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Her eyes immediately eat me up, which is exactly what I was hoping for. I want her to be tempted. I want to push her to a limit of no return, because I know she wants this. She just needs to learn to be more assertive.
She needs to learn that it’s okay to give in to her feelings.
To take what she wants.
That I’m not going to shame her.
Or block her from finding satisfaction.
Or play games with her emotions.
I move over to the bed, where I kick off my shoes and socks, and then sit up against the headboard.
“Scottie.”
Her body turns to face me again.
“Huh?”
I take my time, giving her a long once-over, allowing my gaze to roam every inch of her body before I reach her eyes and say, “Strip for me.”
“Wh-what?” she asks, shocked, but with a hint of intrigue.
“You heard me. Strip for me.”
“I…I don’t…um, that’s not something?—”
“I know it’s not something we do. But that kiss just now, that changed everything. The relationship is different now. The intensity between us just became heavier…hotter. So…strip for me. Get fucking naked.”
She bites down on the corner of her lip, and I can actually see her contemplating whether she will or not. So I decide to give her courage. I reach down to my jeans and unbutton and unzip them, letting them flap open.
“I’m halfway there. Join me, Scottie.”
She waits, tugging on her shirt, looking nervous but also intrigued.
So I say, “Don’t make me beg, Pips.”
She still doesn’t move, which makes me feel insane. I know she fucking wants this.
So I slowly walk up to her. I grip her jaw and tilt her head back so she has to look at me. “If you won’t strip and show me how fucking beautiful you are, then strip me down. Take off my pants. I know you want to. You want to know what kind of piercing I have. Admit it.”
She wets her lips.
“Admit it,” I say again with a little more gruffness behind it.
“I…I do,” she finally says, allowing her wall to lower.
And I take full advantage of it.
“Then find out,” I say as I place her hands on my waist, but I don’t force her. I let her decide whether she’s going to do it or not.
There’s a momentary pause, but after a few agonizing seconds, she slides her hands around my waist, and her fingers dip past the waistband of my jeans.
That’s it, babe.
“Push them down. Push them all the way down.”
Her eyes meet mine again as time seems to tick by so slowly, the energy in the room building, the tension between us sucking all the air away.
Her fingers slide an inch lower so now they’re touching my ass.
And I can’t fucking take this torture, so I grip her cheek, tilt her head up, and bring my mouth down to hers, where I kiss her. I kiss her fucking hard.
She sucks in a sharp breath, caught off guard, but then to my fucking pleasure, she quickly kisses me back with all the force I initially wanted from her. With all the intensity, matching mine. She pulls me in close and runs one hand up my bare back, the other one pushing my pants down lower.
“Fuck,” I whisper against her mouth, getting lost in her taste. “Your mouth.”
Her lips part, and her tongue darts out, causing me to groan as I deepen the kiss, sliding my hand to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair.
She pushes my pants down a touch farther—they’re barely hanging on now—to take control of my mouth, to make me feel fucking wild inside. Like I’m losing all control, like whatever happens next, I won’t be able to contain myself.
Her palm slides to the front of my body, to my hip, right next to my growing erection. I groan into her mouth as she inches closer and closer, making needles break out over my skin, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, and causing a sweat to break out on the back of my neck.
Because please, fucking please, just make the move. Make the goddamn move, Scottie. Touch me. Play with me.
Watch me.
I don’t care what it is. But make the move.
Her tongue slashes against mine, and her hand moves another inch until she slides her palm right over my erection.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as I pull away for just a moment to catch her widened eyes. She gently squeezes me, and I feel everything in me fall apart—I’m hers to control. She could do whatever she wanted at this point, and I’d say yes.
She wets her lips and then slowly lowers to her knees, where she takes the waistband of my jeans and then pulls it all the way down, along with my boxer briefs. She helps me out of my clothes, and then she presses her hands to my legs and crawls up them until they reach my cock, and that’s when she looks up.
Her eyes widen and her mouth slightly parts as she takes me in.
I’m stretching up my stomach now, showing off my magic cross piercing—four piercings, all on the head, forming a cross.
Before she can touch me, I take a step back and then another until I’m backing up on the bed. I take a seat, lean against the headboard, and then as I grip my cock, I say, “Strip for me.”
This time, there isn’t much hesitation on her end.
She lifts her shirt up and over her head, revealing a purple bra with pink embroidered flowers. And then she pushes her shorts down, revealing a matching pair of underwear.
Jesus, she’s so fucking hot.
I let my eyes wander as I look over her breasts, firmly cupped into her bra with a sizable amount of cleavage that’s making my mouth water. Her hourglass curves are what she keeps hidden under her looser-fitting clothes. Such a goddamn shame.
I slowly move my hand over my cock, and in a husky voice, I say, “Crawl to me, Pips.”
Standing in her lingerie, she wets her gorgeous lips and then moves to the end of the bed, gets on her hands and knees, and then, to my fucking delight, crawls to my legs, where she sits up and straddles them.
“Good girl,” I say and then smoothly let my eyes roam one more time before saying, “Take your bra off.”
Nervously, she reaches behind her and undoes her bra. The straps loosen, but she doesn’t let it fall down quite yet. Instead, she tortures me as she slowly lowers the straps but keeps the cups in place.
“Stop hiding from me,” I say. “I want to see you, all of you.”
She bites down on her lip and looks off to the side—a flash of insecurity—so I grip her chin and bring her attention back to me.
“Don’t,” I say. “Don’t get lost in that head of yours. Stay present with me.” I tip her chin up. “Stay here…with me.”
She nods and then lowers the bra, revealing her perfect tits.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I reach out and cup them. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
Her nipples are small, pink, and hard as fuck. They’re sexy, and I can easily see myself becoming addicted.
I let my thumbs run over her nipples, playing with them, stroking them, making her feel just as wild as I do. Her chest puffs out, and she tilts her head back as I squeeze her breasts, lightly pinch and roll her nipples, and then lean forward and pull one into my mouth.
She gasps, but her hand falls to the back of my neck, holding me in place.
“Yes,” she says quietly, so fucking quietly that I almost missed it.
“Don’t hide from me,” I say as I switch to her other breast. “Let me hear you. You know I like it loud.”
But she doesn’t say anything, just remains quiet, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. I release her from my mouth and then push her back on the bed, laying her down. I reach for the waistband of her underwear, and I pull it down until it’s completely off, leaving her bare.
“You’re such a good girl,” I say as I spread her legs, pushing them wide, only for her to close them back up. “What are you doing?”
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks.
“Fucking taking a taste. Spread them.”
“I…I don’t…I feel like maybe skip that.”
“Skip that?” I nearly feel my eyes pop out of my sockets. “You’re going to deny me from taking a taste of you?”
“Just…you won’t like it. Matt never?—”
“Let’s get one thing fucking straight,” I say as I move over her. “I’m not Matt, and I love eating pussy, so spread your goddamn legs.”
Hesitantly, she spreads them, but I help her spread them even more and then bend her knees up, all the way to her chest, exposing her just the way I want.
“Oh God,” she whispers.
“Louder,” I say. “I want you louder, Scottie. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Then I move down to her bare pussy and glide my finger over her slit.
“Shit,” she says, this time a touch louder.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I swipe at her slit again and then bring my fingers to her eyes. “See that? You’re wet and ready for me.” Then I suck on them. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head from the first taste. “Motherfucker,” I say right before I swipe at her pussy, lapping up her sweet taste. “Fuck, you taste amazing. Jesus, Scottie.”
I part her with my fingers and lose all semblance of control as the sweetness of her arousal overtakes me. Like goddamn honey. Matt never liked this? He has lost his goddamn mind, because I would live here. It’s obvious from the way I go feral as I try to lap up as much of her taste as I can. Soft, wet, fucking delicious, easily the best pussy I’ve ever eaten.
She tenses below me and tries to close her legs, but I keep them apart with a push while I drive long strokes over her clit.
“Fuck,” she moans.
“Louder, Scottie.”
I glance up to see her eyes squeeze shut as she shudders out a long breath. “Fuck,” she says louder. “Oh…fuck.” Her hand falls to my hair, where she pulls on the strands. “God, right…right there.”
“That’s it, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“Sl-slower. Drag it out.”
I listen and slow down my tongue, applying pressure as I drag over her clit.
“Oh my fucking God,” she breathes out as she tenses. “Oh fuck, yes, Wilder. Oh my God, like that.”
I continue to stroke and stroke and stroke until her breathing becomes incredibly labored and her legs fall open, no longer trying to hide from me. That’s when I pull my mouth away and let her just feel.
Her eyes fall open, and she’s about to ask what I’m doing when I bring my mouth back to her clit, but instead of long, flat strokes, I press the tip of my tongue against her and flick.
“Jesus.” She shifts beneath me, and her hands fall to the sheets under us. “Oh God, what…oh fuck, what is…oh my God, Wilder.”
I flick harder.
Faster.
Her head falls back. Her nipples point straight to the ceiling. Her hands curl into fists as they grip the sheets.
“Oh my God. Oh fuck. Wilder, I’m…I’m…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her orgasm tips her right over the edge.
I push my fingers inside her and continue to ride out her orgasm, letting her walls contract around my fingers.
I envision that feeling around my cock.
I salivate over the thought of fucking her.
Of driving deep inside her.
Of pleasuring her with my piercings.
Giving her a new experience she’ll never forget.
I continue to lick her until she has fully settled and relaxed. Her eyes flash open, and the smallest of smiles passes over her lips before she covers her mouth.
“Are you about to fucking laugh?” I ask, sitting up.
She shakes her head, but she’s lying.
“You are. You’re about to laugh.” I grip her side and give her a tiny shake, which of course causes her to let out that laugh of hers. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry,” she says in a cutely shy way. “I just…I’ve never spoken like that before.”
I lift a brow. “You mean when you come?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I just shocked myself is all.”
“Good,” I say and then smooth my hand up her stomach and between her breasts, where I rest my palm, right at the base of her neck. Her smile falters, and her breathing picks up again. “I like that you shocked yourself. It was incredibly hot, Scottie.”
She swallows and then lifts up and pulls me in close so her lips press against mine.
And I fucking love that.
I love that she has no problem kissing me after I’ve gone down on her. I love that she wants more. I love that she feels confident enough to even seek out more.
“I…I want to touch you,” she says.
“Touch me all you want, babe,” I say as I play with her left breast, rubbing her nipple in between my fingers.
“I want you to lie down so I can touch you.”
Seeing a bit of confidence in her, I take that moment to kiss her one more time and then lie back on the bed, my cock still hard as a rock.
She gets in a position where she nearly hovers over me, then her hand trails over my pecs, around my nipples, which makes my cock twitch, and then down my stomach, bypassing my cock altogether and teasing me.
“Is your plan to torture me?” I ask.
“No, just gaining some more courage.”
“Courage for what? Pips, you touch me any way you want, and I’m going to fucking love it.”
“You’re just…intimidating.” She glances down at my dick, and it takes everything in me not to chuckle.
“It’s just a dick, Scottie.”
“An intimidating one.” Her finger lightly grazes the side, and I twitch again.
“Is it the piercings?” I ask.
“I mean…yeah. Do they hurt?”
“No,” I answer. “They’re really fucking sensitive and make the entire experience so much fucking better.”
“Oh,” she says and then moves her finger around the piercings, causing me to stiffen from the gentle touch.
“Jesus,” I hiss as she starts doing figure eights around the four piercings. I didn’t think I could grow harder, but here I am, aching for more, throbbing for more.
Reaching for more.
“You’re so big,” she says. “Thick. I…I don’t know how you would fit.”
“Easily, babe,” I say as precum comes to the tip. She rubs it with her finger, continuing the circling, driving me absolutely nuts. “You have to give me more, Scottie. You’re…you’re going to make me lose it.”
She glances over at me, looking surprised.
“Please, babe,” I nearly beg. “Give me that mouth, that hand. Something. Anything.”
Her tongue peeks out and wets her lips right before she lowers her mouth down to my cock and takes me past her lips.
Heaven.
Fucking heaven.
“Fuck,” I moan and ease my body into the mattress as she starts sucking. I move her hair out of the way and watch as her cheeks hollow, her tongue swirling over the head of my cock. “Shit, Scottie. So good, you’re so fucking good.”
She pulls her mouth off my cock and then drags her tongue down my length until she reaches my balls. She gently cups them and then brings them to her mouth, where she runs her tongue along the seam.
I spread my legs for her, and she moves in closer, pulling my balls all the way into her mouth and gently sucking.
“Motherfucker,” I call out as more precum slides onto my stomach. “Scottie, babe.”
She sucks just a touch harder, and I lift up to look down at her as my cock strains up toward me, ready to fucking burst. I always liked ball play, but this, this is new. This is different. This has me questioning everything I fucking knew.
“I’m…I’m getting there.”
She pauses and looks up at me. “Really?”
“Yeah, fucking really.”
Is she insane? She’s sucking my goddamn balls. Of course I’m getting there.
She smirks and then positions herself between my legs, drags her tongue up the underside of my length, and then opens her mouth again and takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I cry out when she swallows, causing my balls to tighten.
She pulls off and then sucks me back in, applying just enough pressure to curl my goddamn feet. It’s so damn good.
So fucking good.
“Scottie, more. I need more. I want…I want your cunt.”
She pauses and looks up at me.
I caress her cheek with my thumb and say, “I want that cunt. Fuck me with it.”
She sits up and straddles my lap, making my mouth water. She lines herself up with my length and then lowers herself down, letting her wet center glide over my length, never inserting me but just letting me feel her clit rub against me.
“Jesus, you’re wet again.”
I grip her hips and help her rub against me.
“Because you turn me on,” she says as her hands land on my pecs, and she moves her hips faster. “I’m so attracted to you, Wilder. Really attracted. More than I probably should be.” Her fingers dig into my pecs. “And the moment we kissed, I knew it wouldn’t be the last.” Her eyes meet mine. “I knew I was going to need more.”
Then she stops, lifts up, and positions my cock at her entrance. On a deep breath, she sinks down, and her eyes widen as she takes me all the way in.
“Oh my God!” she says as her chest heaves.
“Fuck,” I cry out from how goddamn tight she is.
“Oh God, Wilder.” She takes deep breaths. “I…oh my God, I’m so…I’m so full.”
I need to fuck her.
Badly.
I need to pump into her. Drive my cock so far inside that I want her tasting me. I’m desperate. She’s so goddamn tight that I need to feel this. I need to feel her.
But also…I need to go at her pace.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, my voice clearly in pain.
“I need to move.”
For the love of God, please do.
“Move, Pips. I’m yours. Fuck me how you want.”
Her head drops down, and she starts moving her hips over me, and it’s the best fucking feeling I’ve ever felt.
Having her on top of me like this, watching her tits sway with her movement, feeling her tight cunt suck me in. Fuck, I want this to last forever.
“Oh my God, I can’t, the sensation. It’s…it’s too much.”
“No, babe, it’s perfect. Now ride me, use me, fuck me, make yourself come.”
Her fingers curl on my chest, and she picks up her pace even more, making my mouth go dry.
“God, yes, Wilder.” She sits up and grips her breasts, continuing to ride me. “Fuck, it’s so good.”
“Squeeze those tits, Pips. Make me jealous you’re touching them.”
She runs her fingers over her pebbled nipples, squeezing, playing, making me mad with desire. I’m dripping with need, feeling far too possessive, and before I can tell myself no, I flip her to her back, spread her legs, and start driving into her, bottoming out with every pulse.
“Fuck,” she calls out. “Oh fuck, Wilder.”
“Take these piercings, Pips. Fucking take them.” I slide my hand up to the base of her neck and gently claim her, not wanting to apply too much pressure but just enough for her to know who is fucking her…owning her.
Her chest heaves. Her breath is labored. Her perfect legs wrap around my back, and that’s when I lose it.
I pump like a madman, sweat breaking out over my skin, fucking her into the mattress as she cries out in ecstasy, her walls tightening and tightening until she gasps and lets out an uncontrolled moan that seems to take over her body as her torso arches and she comes…on my cock.
“Oh my fuck!” she yells, her pussy squeezing me so goddamn tight that my legs go numb. All my pleasure pools at the base of my spine, and with one final thrust against her squeezing me, I come, spilling inside her.
“Fuck,” I shout and then still, letting my cock spasm inside her. It takes a few seconds for us to both come back to reality, but when we do, I lift up to look her in the eyes and say, “That was fucking phenomenal. Jesus, Scottie.”
Her eyes are heady, and swollen lips smile up at me before she reaches up and kisses me once more.
I sigh into her kiss and make out with her, because I can tell you right now, this woman, with one night together, has me wrapped around her goddamn finger. I want her world to be rocked. I want her insane with pleasure.
So that’s what I’ll do…ensure she’s sated beyond her wildest dreams but also instilled with all the confidence she deserves.