Page 114 of Stay Wild Darlin’

I leaned in and kissed him because sometimes the bravest thing we could do was see someone and let them see themselves through us.

“When are they going to be here?”

“In about an hour. I brought coffee, and I figured we could get breakfast downstairs before we walk over to your parents’ place to pick up the truck.”

“Oh, right. The truck. Totally forgot we abandoned it like fugitives.”

“We had more important things to handle.” He grinned, brushing his nose against mine.

“We could go get breakfast, or we could do something else real quick. Might take less than five seconds . . .”

“Hey, I’m a solid minute kinda guy, don’t knock me.”

“I don’t know,” I murmured against his mouth, my voice thick and sweet with sin.

Before he could say a word, I grabbed his hand and dragged it straight between my thighs, pressing his fingers against the soaked mess he’d made of me the night before. Still wet and aching.

I was already naked, but he had his boxers on. It was only a fucking scrap of fabric between me and what I needed. I grinded on him, smearing my wetness all over the soft cotton, dragging myself over the length of him until he twitched underneath me.

“You feel that?” I whispered, hips moving in lazy, deliberate rolls. “That’s how ready I am.”

He groaned, cupping my core, his fingers already sliding through the slick heat.

I leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “Think you could spare me a second? Or do I need to beg you to fuck me first?”

From the way his cock throbbed beneath me as I ground down harder, he was close to giving in. He grabbed me and flipped me onto my stomach like his patience had snapped.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he growled. “What’s your safe word?”

“Spurs.” My breath hitched as I obeyed, lifting up onto all fours, my skin flushed and tingling.

In one quick movement, he took off his boxers and knelt behind me dragging his hand slowly down my spine, fingers grazing over every dip and curve until he reached my ass.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, almost in awe. “Look at this ass.”

He grabbed two handfuls, squeezing hard, spreading me open until the cool air hit the mess between my thighs.

“This is my favorite view. You on your knees, dripping and ready to be fucked.”

I shivered, moaning softly from his voice.

“You know what this does to me?” he rasped, stroking the head of his cock along my slit. “Watching your big ass bounce every time I pound into you?”

He lined himself up, and then, without warning, he thrust into me, making me cry out as he filled me completely.

“Not one for foreplay?” I gasped.

“Darlin’, you started it. Grinding that wet little pussy all over my cock, now you’re gonna take it.”

He grabbed my butt again, smacking one cheek hard enough to make me jolt.

“This is too good not to grab,” he groaned. “Too fucking thick not to use.”

His grip changed—one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping my hip as he pounded into me from behind.

“You wanna be my good girl?” he growled. “Fuck me back. Show me how bad you want this cock.”

I whimpered, already close, but I obeyed. I rocked my hips back into him, grinding onto his cock with everything I had.