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“Yes, yes, yes!” I yell over and over as he sets a relentless pace.
“Fuck, I want to be buried balls deep inside of you for the rest of my life,” he grunts as he thrusts in and out of me, stuffing me full of his dick and filling me full to bursting.
I claw at his back, already starting to lose control. I shake and tense and prepare for the onslaught of sensations to overpower me completely. “More,” I choke out, clinging to him and meeting him thrust for thrust.
In one swift move, Wyatt flips us so I’m on top of him. I gasp and then moan as he grips my hips and slowly, so slowly guides my body down his long, thick shaft.
“That’s it, ride me, my dirty angel. Take what you need from me.”
I steady myself by placing my hands on his chest, and then I test out what feels good. He gives me the confidence to own my pleasure and sexuality, to do as he says, and take what I need. Wyatt looks only too happy to give me whatever I want.
I grind down on him, which makes us both groan. Getting up on my knees, I swivel my hips, massaging the very tip of his dick with my already throbbing channel. I love the way his pupils dilate and his jaw flexes. I love the power I have over him in this moment.
Without warning, I drop down on him, allowing his hard cock to pierce me through and through. It’s a sharp, exquisite feeling to have him inside of me like this. I whimper when I feel him bump up against my cervix.
“Goddamn, Ember, holy fuck, baby, you feel so good, so good…”
Hearing his praise and watching his face tense as he holds on to his control has me spiraling towards the edge. I glide up and down his shaft, riding him nice and hard until I’m a quivering mess, gushing all over him and moaning uncontrollably. I lean forward, placing a hand on either side of his head and grinding down on him, rocking back and forth, sliding my clit over the base of his cock again and again.
Wyatt bites my nipples and sucks on my breasts, heightening my pleasure with each swipe of his tongue. I feel his large hands grip my hips to hold me in place while he fucks up into me with long, rough strokes.
My orgasm slams into me, wringing out my bones and stealing my strength. I collapse on top of him, my pussy snapping around him again and again.
Wyatt doesn’t even give me a chance to breathe before he rolls me onto my back and throws my legs over his shoulders. I somehow need him all over again, even though I haven’t fully come down from my last release. He must see the uncontainable desire in my eyes as he rubs his hard, swollen dick up and down my slit.
Again and again he teases me, builds me up, never quite giving me what I need.
And then he fucks me, hitting me so damn deep, stretching me and filling me and punishing me as he spears his cock in and out of my cunt, fucking me into a frenzy. I scream his name and he shouts mine. We’re wild, unhinged, rabid with lust and love.
I arch my back and feel him sliding deeper inside of me. I lose it completely, my mind whirling and spinning in patterns of pleasure and heaven, lost entirely in the physical act of fucking, lost entirely in the bliss that’s closing in around me. I cum again, my release wrecking me completely. I cum hard and long, the orgasm ripping my core to pieces. I’m gasping and straining as it rolls over me like a wave.
I’m vaguely aware of Wyatt’s cock pulsing inside of me and filling me up with his warm, sticky seed, but my vision blurs and darkens around the edges.
When I come to, Wyatt has me draped over his chest. He’s rubbing my back in calming circles, handling me with such tender care. “Breathe, baby girl. Breathe for me,” he whispers.
I do as he says, the oxygen filling my lungs and sending an unexpected tremor through my limbs. Wyatt groans and tips my head up, kissing me slow and deep. When we break apart, he tucks my hair behind my ear and cradles my face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over my jaw. He looks at me with such devotion, such awe.
I smile shyly at him. Somehow his penetrating gaze feels so much more vulnerable that the mind-blowing sex we just had.
“I won’t ever get enough of you, Ember. Your body, your mind, your fucking soul. I want it all,” he says so softly, so reverently.
“It’s yours,” I tell him truthfully.
He kisses me again, letting it linger as he presses me even closer to him. We stay like that, foreheads touching, lips inches apart, limbs tangled up, for what feels like hours. I would have stayed there all day with him, but my tummy rumbles loudly, making us both laugh.
“I forgot to feed you last night,” Wyatt says, half guilty, half amused.
“Worth it,” I giggle.
He grins down at me and gives me a sloppy wet kiss on my forehead, making me giggle again.
“Love that sound, beautiful.”
His words make me blush, but before I have time to think about them too much, he untangles himself and throws on a pair of basketball shorts. I, however, am still too weak to move. As if sensing my dilemma, Wyatt kneels down on the bed and kisses the tip of my nose.
“You stay right here. I’ll be back with breakfast.”
I don’t even try to fight him on it. I just nod and smile at him, enjoying the view when he walks his delicious muscled frame out the door.
