Her kiss is wildfire, consuming everything in its path. No hesitation, no restraint. Just raw, scorching need—unfiltered and dangerous.
And I’m lost to it.
For half a second, I hesitate. We never talked about lines, what she wants, how far to push. But then she arches into me, pullingme even closer, whispering with every touch that she wants this too.
Her mouth is addictive, her tongue brushing mine with a tenderness that guts me. Every kiss saysstay, every breathless sigh saysdon’t stop,and I have no choice but to obey.
Pressure builds, relentless and cruel, every twitch of my cock pulling me closer to the edge. I should’ve taken care of it, eased the tension in the shower—but I knew, deep down, nothing could ever compare to her.
Her touch pulls me under, a current I don’t want to fight, and every nerve in me ignites in response.
Even if we had a lifetime, it wouldn’t be enough. After tasting her, I want all of her, every inch, every sigh, every heartbeat.
She sparks something deep inside me and I’d burn for her forever if she asked me to.
Her fingertips skim down my torso, trailing until she’s palming me through my sweats.
I choke on a groan and shegiggles—sweet, breathless—and the sound only makes me harder. I tilt her chin up to look at me.
“Can’t say I’ve ever had a girl giggle while grabbing my cock.”
Her lips glisten as she licks them, then she slowly sinks to her knees.
Naked. Kneeling. Looking up at me with parted lips and her big green eyes. I can’t breathe. She’s every wet dream I’ve ever had come true.
My vision tunnels. I never want anyone else to see her like this. Not Lane. Not another fucking soul.
“Don’t talk about other girls when you’re with me like this,” she breathes.
I swallow hard, pulse hammering. “I just meant—it’s not exactly a compliment.”
Her fingers find my waistband, and in one smooth motion, my pants hit the floor with a softthud.I quickly tear off my shirt.
She strokes me through my boxer briefs, slow, tentative, like she’s tracing every line, every curve, memorizing me inch by inch.
Every brush of her hand sends tremors through me, a coil tightening behind my ribs, and I can barely breathe through the hunger building in me.
“Aw, do you need me to say you have a big dick, Wesley?” Her voice is teasing, but there’s something in the tilt of her lips, the way her eyes flick to mine, that makes my chest surge.
Then her hand dips into my underwear, tugging them down, and she freezes for a fraction of a second, lips parted. That look alone sends a jolt through me. My cock pulses at the reaction, and I know she has no idea how implicitly she owns me already.
“I think you just did,” I rasp, tilting her chin so she has to look at me.
The sight of her like this rips something feral out of me. Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly, teasing—and the sound that claws up my throat is humiliatingly desperate.
My grip slips from her jaw, dragging up the back of her head until my fingers bury in her hair. I’m panting from a hand job like a fucking teenager, every nerve wired too tight. I know I won’t last, not with her like this, not with her eyes locked on mine. The ache to touch her, to claim every inch of her, nearly undoes me.
She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, shifting restlessly on her knees, like she can’t be still under the weight of this moment. We’re both watching her hand work over me, every stroke blurring the line between torment and bliss.
Her gaze flicks up, voice breaking softly against the tension between us.
“Can I?” she whispers. “Please?”
Every ounce of air leaves me. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, asking if she can take me in her mouth.
“Yeah, Sadie, baby.” I nod, voice rough.
Because there is no universe where I could deny her.
