Page 84 of Tame Our Wild

Her long blonde hair, flowing in curled waves tonight, tickles my legs as she leans over, reaching for my dick. When her fingers wrap around the base, I hiss through my teeth at the glorious pressure that shoots pleasure up my spine. My fingers dig into the scratchy carpet beneath us, though they itch to tangle into her hair.

Harlow licks her lips, our attention on each other steadfast when she bends and swirls her tongue around my tip before she runs it up and down my length, twisting her fist at the same time. The wet warmth of her tongue is enough to make me feral, but I’m not going to tear myself away from this moment willingly, no matter how badly I want to sink into other parts of her.

She takes me entirely in her mouth as much as she can fit, and I realize this might go quicker than I want it to. I pride myself on being controlled when I want to be, but there is no way I’m going to last long like this. Her hot mouth is sucking me deep, her tongue feeling like velvet on the underside of my shaft.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that,” I groan. “I knew that mouth had a better use.”

She takes my cock to the back of her throat at the praise, my hands shooting up to thread through her hair to hold her there. Her tight throat grips me, my head falling back at the euphoric sensation driving me mad enough that I pump my hips, trying to give her more of me.

I want her to have all of me. The good parts—and soon, the broken parts that I’ve always hidden away from most people. I want her twisted and threaded into the very depths of my soul because the pain that has always been there has been replaced with something pure. Bright. Something that makes me look forward to the days to come instead of dreading them like I used to.

Matt was right. I’m gone for this girl.

I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend that it’s not leaning toward a word I’ve always reserved if the right person ever came along. Just thinking about it makes my chest constrict, making me want to pull her closer and hold on to one of the best things that has happened in my life.

And that’s what I do. I gently cup the base of her skull with my fingers intertwined with the strands, releasing a guttural sound when she starts moving her mouth and hands in tandem.

She moans around me, and the vibration discharges through my dick, tightening my balls.

“Fuckkk.” I keep my eyes on her, trying to sear this picture of her into my memory. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to last long.”

Those beautiful lips try to pull upward in a smile around my erection. She’s stunning even like this when she’s taking every inch of me down her throat and driving me mad with that bratty mouth that I knew had more talent than just testing me.

She releases with a pop, giving me a seductive smile as she swipes a thumb across her wet lips. I waste no time using my grip on her head to pull her on top to straddle me. I claim her mouth, letting my tongue brush against hers. She whimpers into my mouth, and I devour it. Just knowing my taste is on her tongue has me deepening the kiss for more of her.

Of us.

Harlow rolls her hips, her core rubbing over my cock that is trapped beneath her—more annoyingly, the layer of wet fabric that is separating us.

“You could’ve just finished down my throat,” she mutters against my lips.

Shit. “But I want to fuck you,” I rasp out hoarsely.

Her mouth twitches. “You could’ve done that, too.”

This woman and her hold on me. “I don’t know if my stamina is that good at this age.”

“You’re right.” She rolls her eyes teasingly. “You are pretty old.”

“You should say that again with my cock buried in your tight cunt.”

“So cocky.”

Pushing her panties to the side with my fingers, I grip my base and sink into her. She’s so wet that all it takes is one thrust to impale her on my cock and have her sitting on my lap. She moans, her fingernails creating half-moons in my shoulders. I’m filling her completely, but I don’t move, soaking in the feeling of her walls gripping me. Savoring how full she is, taking every inch.

Harlow sits up, somehow, grinding down further on my dick, and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. She wiggles her arms out of it and tosses it to the side, leaning forward to tangle her fingers in my hair. Her perky pink nipples draw me in. I plant a gentle kiss on each before taking one in my mouth and twirling my tongue around the rosy bud before grazing it with my teeth.

Her head falls backward, her hips starting to find a maddening rhythm that has my release climbing. She slides up and down, soaking my cock, and when I release her nipple with a pop and look up at her, the sight of her riding and grinding down on me with expert movements nearly makes me come. My hands cling to her hips, studying the way she moves against me like we’re the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe it is.

Who knew that fucking could feel like poetry?

And the fact that she’s riding me like I’m that mechanical bull that I have watched her on so many times has more blood lengthening my dick inside her.

Removing my hat, I place it on her head, damn near ready to blow my load at the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she smiles.

Now I have a front-row seat as she rocks her hips down on me, threading her fingers through my hair at my nape to control her movements. Fuck. As Harlow wears my hat, her skin glowing from her impending orgasm as she takes my cock, she’s never looked more like mine.