39. Reed #2
Sitting back on his knees, his eyes trail over me thoroughly, drinking me in, while his fingers stroke over my abs. “Because I can’t get enough of you.” He says it more to himself than me, but still the words force their way into my heart and take root there.
“Fuck me, Wild, please,” I hiss, as his hand brushes the tip of my cock, and he grins.
“You know I love it when my toys beg, baby.” Pushing off the bed, he moves to retrieve lube and a condom, kicking off his pants fully before returning to me. “Need me to get you ready?” he asks, fisting himself and rolling on the condom, but I’m already shaking my head.
“Just get inside me now.”
Lining himself up, I pant as he nudges against me, forcing myself to relax, as he slowly starts to try to push inside.
The gentleness in which he moves has me thinking about the night on the balcony, how he took me without remorse, because all he cared about was getting off.
Now though? Now he doesn’t want to rush it, doesn’t just want to get off, he wants so much more than that, and it would scare me if I knew we didn’t have a deadline.
My body trembles as he pushes in further and further, his jaw tightening as he stuffs me full of his cock. “Fuck, Blue.” His curse is gritted through his teeth, as I work to accommodate him. “This pretty hole is fucking strangling me.”
His hands drop to my hips, wrapping round the silk as he pulls my legs up around him, shoving himself a little deeper until he’s fully seated inside of me.
My arms wrap around his neck, tightening my legs to pull him even closer, as his forehead drops to mine and it silences everything.
My father’s words, my self-doubt, anything outside of this room, none of it matters when it’s just us.
It’s a feeling I’ve come to crave, one that only he is able to give me, and I know I will never find again. “You feel fucking perfect,” I sigh, kissing him softly, and he nods, his jaw tense.
Drawing back to his tip, he slams inside of me again, a muffled grunt falling from my lips, and my cock starts to leak against my abdomen.
“Maybe you’ll be the one to make a mess of this robe,” he grunts, thrusting into me over and over, as one of his hands glides along the ridges of my abs to gather up the liquid there.
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he laps at my taste, groaning deeply in satisfaction. “Can’t help it, you feel too good.” My words are said between panted breaths, and he nods rapidly, dropping down against me.
“I know, baby.” He continues fucking me, his abs gliding along my cock in time with his hips, creating a perfect friction. “I could fuck you like this forever.” His body is trembling against mine, as he fucks me like he can’t get enough of me, until we find a steady rhythm.
Our mouths collide as our hands explore each other’s bodies, and for the first time we fuck as if we have all the time in the world.
His kisses slow, the roll of his hips unhurried, and I hate the way it makes everything in the world feel right.
Like we were always meant to meet each other, until we found ourselves in this moment right here.
When he pulls back to take a breath, I find his mouth stained with my lipstick, and it makes butterflies burn inside my stomach.
I widen my legs even more, pushing up off the bed so the angle of him entering me is even deeper, and he curses, moving both hands back to my hips.
Then he is fucking me faster, pulling all the way back to his tip before thrusting back in again and again.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” I cry out, releasing him so I can grab my thighs and hold them open while he plunges into my hole.
“So good for me, Blue, such a good little slut.” His cock rolls over my prostate, hitting it roughly, and I go off like a rocket.
A choked sob leaves me as I explode, spraying cum all over my chest and neck as he continues to fuck me.
Still he doesn’t stop, just watches me with a tightened jaw, as my walls clench around him.
I can feel his cock pulsing and I know he must be getting close, but he drops down and starts lapping at my release.
“Wilder,” I cry, my orgasm still going, giving him more than I ever thought possible, and he hums in satisfaction.
“Mine, every fucking inch of you,” he grunts, licking up every drop of my cum, before bringing his lips back to mine.
He spills my release onto my tongue, forcing his own into my mouth and kissing me until I feel like my lips might go numb.
I can taste both him and me, the mixture so fucking perfect that one taste has me addicted.
“Want to fill you up until my fuck hole is overflowing,” he pants against my mouth, making me think unthinkable things, like fucking without a condom, but his thrusts never falter.
“Want my little slut spilling cum from his ass and mouth,” he adds, slamming into me hard and deep, until the slap of his hips against my own is almost painful.
I know the second he finds release because his entire body tenses, his lips trembling, before he stills, spilling into the condom and collapsing on top of me.
“Fuck,” he curses, panting against me, and I don’t have anything more eloquent to say, because fuck indeed.
Every time with Wilder just gets better and better, and it’s getting harder to convince myself that it all means nothing. Especially when we are both laying here naked, covered in the stains of my lipstick and my cum.