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He started pulling out of me then pushed back in. Over and over, easy thrusts, ones to work my body into a frenzy. And they did. A sharp exhale left me as the sensations moved through me. But as the seconds moved by, I could sense his control slipping. His fingers dug into my nape, his thrusts becoming frantic. I could tell he was giving me the real him.
He was fucking me.
Beads of sweat covered my flesh, and my throat was dry, because I kept sucking in air, needing it, getting drunk off it.
“Fuck. Yes, Zoey,” he hissed. “That’s so fucking it.” Wilder fucked me harder and faster, and my pleasure rose higher until it was on the precipice of claiming every single sane part of me.
I felt his hand snake around my belly and his fingers at my clit. He rubbed that little bundle of nerves back and forth, and I couldn’t hold off the inevitable. I didn’t even try to stop myself.
I came explosively for him.
And he kept pumping into me, thrusting in and out, driving that force in me higher until I was reaching the stars. Before my ecstasy even waned, Wilder pulled out, causing a startled sound at being suddenly empty to spill from my lips.
“Wilder—”
He had me flipped around and onto my back before I could even finish speaking. A second later, with both of my wrists now in one of his huge hands, he lifted them above my head and held them there.
My legs fell open on their own, and Wilder was right back between them, positioning his cock at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. I thought he’d shove right back into me, but he didn’t. Wilder slowly penetrated me inch by thick inch. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned. When he was all the way in, the root of his cock bumping my clit, electricity slammed into me so hard I cried out. He pressed his pelvis against me, and my head fell back on its own, the sensations moving through me like tiny explosions coursing through every single cell in my body.
He didn’t give me time to become accustomed to his size again. He just started fucking me, no more soft and gentle, just full-on Wilder. The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure, but again… he was looking right at me, making sure I was right here with him. I saw it clear as fucking day.
“God.” I squeezed my eyes shut again, flashes of light filling my head. “Wilder. Yes. Yes. I’m going to come again.”
He grunted out, “Fuck, yeah.” He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing me was his ultimate goal. Placing his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framed my pussy, his cock still filling me thickly. And then he lifted my legs and pressed my knees to my chest, spreading me out obscenely.
God, I’d never felt so exposed before.
Muscles I didn’t even know I had protested from the act, but the pleasure outweighed that, and it caused Wilder to slide in even deeper, if that were possible.
I reached out and curled my nails into his flesh. He claimed me so fully. He slammed his cock inside me so hard, and I cried out so loud my ears rang. Over and over, he did this, hitting something deep that it felt like fireworks were going off in me.
“Zoey,” he groaned my name like a dying man then leaned in and ran his teeth and tongue over the side of my neck, down my collarbone, and stopped at one of my breasts, his shaft still in me. He bit at me flesh gently, and I cried out in ecstasy.
Wilder was languid in his ministrations, keeping me on the precipice of climaxing, erotically torturing me. He moved his teeth and tongue back up the same path he descended, took root at the base of my throat, and sucked at my flesh so hard I knew he’d leave a bruise.
“I need it again, Zoey,” he said softly against my now damp, sore skin. “I need you to come for me again.” He trailed his tongue up to my ear and lapped at the shell. “Come all over my cock. Make it slick with your cream.”
That was all it took for me to get off.
I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, the chilled air abrading my flesh and puckering my nipples more until they ached. Wilder grunted, and I knew he was close to finding his own release. He slammed into me then rotated his hips, pressing his body against the little bundle of nerves and sending sensations spiraling through me.
“Kiss me—”
He gave me what I wanted before I could even finish begging. Our combined flavors mixed together as we pressed our tongues against each other, and then Wilder was thrusting into me three more times in quick, hard strokes, seeking his own orgasm.
