Chapter 13
Wade
“Lift up,” I tell her, my voice thick.
She rises onto her knees, thighs bracketing mine, her breath brushing my cheek as I shove my waistband down and free my cock. It springs out, thick and hard, the head already slick and ready. She glances down, and her eyes widen.
“Give me your hand.”
She does, and I close my eyes at the pressure of her small, soft palm wrapped around my length, so different from my own.
Her touch is tentative. Is it inexperience, or does she want to tease me?
Her hand braces on my shoulder, palm pressed flat against my back.
She twists her grip, and I grunt with pleasure.
Fuck. I need to get inside her before I embarrass myself.
“What do you want?” I ask, meeting her glazed eyes with my own half-lidded gaze.
“To feel this inside me.”
“You’re sure?”
Her cheeks heat. “I only did it once, Wade. And I got pregnant. I feel like I have no idea how it’s supposed to feel, even though I’m a momma. It’s all backwards—I never learned how it’s really supposed to be between a man and a woman.”
I cup her cheek. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll show you what it’s like when a man who knows what he’s doing claims a woman.”
She looks down, watching as I slide my fingers into her panties, circling her clit, coaxing her pleasure then seeking her wetness.
I push two fingers deep, remembering how tight she was and wanting to do my best to make this good and without pain.
She groans as I spread my fingers, stretching her tight little hole.
“You need me to wear a condom?” I ask. “I’ve been tested, and it’s been a while.”
She shakes her head. “I had an IUD fitted after I had my son.”
I nod, the thought of going in raw sending me half feral. I wouldn’t do this with just anyone, but I want this to feel natural for both of us.
When she’s ready, I slowly guide her down onto me, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, the other firm at her waist. Joelle sinks inch by inch, her heat swallowing me so gradually I nearly lose control. She’s soaked, warm, and tight. Her mouth falls open as mine clenches shut.
“Goddamn,” I whisper. “You feel like heaven.”
She lets out a shaky breath as she bottoms out, her hips resting against mine. We breathe deeply, our mouths close but not touching. Her forehead touches mine, her body trembling, her nipples brushing my chest. One of them leaks again, forming a slow, warm trickle against my skin.
“You okay?” I ask, barely getting the words out.
She nods, cheeks flushed, lips parted. “It feels… good.”
She rolls her hips, a testing grind, finding her rhythm. My hands grip her tighter as I fight the instinct to take control and drive up into her.
Not yet.
I want to let her move. Let her own this. Let her take back something she lost, or rather, something that was taken. The suspicion that her son’s father might have used her put murder on my mind. But I brush away that fury, needing to focus on the woman in my arms.
Her breath catches each time she rocks forward, her clit pressing against my pelvis, the friction enough to stimulate.
And her breasts sway all the while, heavy and flushed and leaking, like her body can’t hold anything back anymore.
I bring my mouth to one of them again and suck, deep and deliberate, lips sealed, tongue flicking across her nipple until she cries out, her entire body jolting in my lap.
She rides me harder, the wet slap of her thighs against mine filling the room. Her moans are so loud, I fear Caleb will come looking. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay away until I tell him otherwise.
I slick my thumb over my tongue and press it to her clit, rubbing as she thrusts. It takes barely any time to unlock her pleasure.
“Wade—” she gasps. “I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” I growl against her breast. “Come for me.”
And she does, loud and raw, her body clamping down around me like she’s trying to hold me inside forever. Milk spills between us, my cock throbs, and I can’t hold back another second.
I pull her flush against me, bury my face in her neck, and fuck into her hard, every thrust claiming her beautiful, lush body for my own. She gasps with each stroke, still trembling, still leaking.
I come hard, hips locked, cock pulsing inside her in thick waves. It feels endless—a release I’ve been holding back since the moment I saw her step onto my porch, full and flushed.
Mine. The word growls its way through my mind as I grip her to me, never wanting to let her go.
When it’s done, we don’t speak. We breathe, tangled together, sweat and milk and heat between us, my cock still pulsing inside her, her body soft and trembling against mine.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her ear. “You are such a good girl, Joelle.”
And she shivers in my arms, enjoying the praise.
She’s wrecked.
And so am I.
Tonight she’s not going to sleep in the spare room. Tonight, she’ll sleep wrapped in my arms.