“Want me to make a mess of you in the middle of the forest? Make you my perfect cum covered little whore?”
She nodded her head. “Please, let me taste your cock,” she begged, her eyes wide as she stared up at me.
“Fuck, I love it when you beg. Tongue out for me.”
She followed directions, and I ran the head of my cock over her tongue before sliding it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around me tightly, and she wasted no time before she started sucking, leaning forward to take more of my length into her mouth.
“Goddamn, Ember,” I muttered as my free hand leaned forward against the tree trunk behind her. I slipped my other hand into her hair. “I need to fuck your mouth, little flame.”
Her delicate hands came up to my thighs, and she pulled me closer to her. Taking that as a clear indication that she wanted it, I started thrusting into her mouth, slowly pullingout only to thrust back in deeper, hitting the back of her throat and holding.
I looked down to see her eyes watering, and my balls tightened at the sight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, lean back for me, Ember.” I released her hair as she leaned back, my fingers wrapping back around my cock. “Chest up for me, little flame. I want to come all over your tits.”
I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven as both her hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together for me. I stroked my cock faster, and as ropes of cum shot out all over her chest, I couldn’t stop the next thought that came to my mind.
Sliding my cock back in my jeans, I leaned down and started licking the cum from her chest until I’d gathered the majority of it up. My hand cupped her face and squeezed her cheeks until she opened her mouth for me. I spit into her mouth and then released her cheeks.
“Swallow like my good little cum slut, Ember,” I demanded. Her eyes locked with mine, and I watched as her throat bobbed. She opened her mouth back up and stuck her tongue out, showing me she’d done as I’d asked.
Once she closed her lips again, I couldn’t help but kiss her. Her mouth opened for me without hesitation as my tongue swooped in, groaning at the taste of my cum all over her.
Pulling away, both of us panting, I smiled. “Fuck you’re perfect.”
It took us both a few minutes to catch our breath and get cleaned up enough to walk home. I stripped off my t-shirt and pulled it over her head before she could realize she had no usable clothes to walk home in.
She looked fucking stunning. My black t-shirt hit herabout mid-thigh, and it made me want to consume her all over again.
Shaking my head, I took her hand in mine as we started our trek back to the house.
“I didn’t answer your question before because I didn’t think it required an answer,” she said a few minutes into our walk.
I stopped and stared down at her. “What do you mean?”
She squeezed my hand. “You are everything strong and kind in this world, Wyatt. Every ounce of violence you hand me? I crave it. I’ll take it anytime, anywhere.”
I leaned down, kissing her cheek before we started walking again.
I wasn’t sure what I did in some past life to deserve this woman, but I’d do anything to ensure I kept her.
36
SLUTTY LITTLE GLASSES
Ember
The first halfof the week had flown by, and now it was finally my day off. Wednesday.
Jade had been doing well this week with opening the bakery for me. After Wyatt and I had stayed at his place Sunday evening, I’d been worried about her opening Monday, but I’d walked in at ten, and the sun was shining bright, a gentle Colorado breeze in the air, and my bakery was still standing strong.
She opened yesterday too, but I’d been down here early getting things set up for the day. Apparently, even when you have a gorgeous man in your bed wearing you out at all hours, you can still wake up exhausted, with a strange inability to go back to sleep, when your body is stressed beyond belief.
I couldn’t seem to shut my thoughts off lately, unless Iwas getting my ass spanked and my brains shakin’ around by a six-foot-three scruffy man. I’d tried multiple numbers to get a hold of my arrogant father, none of which worked. My Mom had returned my call only to say she hadn’t seen him in a week or so and rattled off a number for him, which just rang and rang when I called. Wyatt had found another number for him, which also just rang and rang, or was turned off when I called. I was at my wits’ end and not sure what the fuck else to do.
I poured myself a much-needed cup of coffee and walked into the living room to find that same man sprawled across my couch. My eyes drifted over his baggy grey sweatpants, his cropped white workout tank, and stopped on his face.
“Um…” I began, but the words wouldn’t form.
