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His tongue slips deep inside of me, fucking me slowly and sensually until I am out of my mind with erotic need, with the carnal desire to let my pleasure explode wherever. Whenever.
It’s slow and beautiful, and I’m powerless to stop the flood as it overwhelms me and then washes over me in wave after wave of pleasure.
“Wilder,” I pant over and over again until my body is completely spent. “Fuck.”
A loud slurping sound breaks the silence, and Wilder smiles up at me.
“Fucking comes next, babe. For now, let me enjoy the taste of you.”
My inner thighs are slick as he licks me over and over until I’m so sensitive that I’m jerking at every pass of his tongue.
Feeling bold, I grab his head and pull him against me, the delicious friction just enough to yank another powerful orgasm from me. “Oh fuck.”
He sits back on his haunches and smiles down at me. “I like it when you fuck my face. It’s fucking hot.”
I shake my head and roll my eyes at the sight of this big handsome man smiling at me with his mouth slick from my juices.
“You are ridiculously good at that.”
“Don’t think I’ll be forgetting that mouth of yours anytime soon. That’s permanently saved in the ol’ spank bank, babe.” His words are punctuated by two long fingers sliding slowly in and out of me. “You’re so wet. Is that all for me, Mave?”
I nod. “I don’t see anyone else around. Must be you.”
“Good answer.” One finger and then another slips from my pussy, and he inserts them both into his mouth. “Fuck, I could live on the taste of your cunt for days.”
Why does his dirty talk make me so hot? I’m not a woman who gets off on dirty talk. Just give me the tongue and the cock and let me come, but his words are like foreplay, and it is doing it for me.
“Days? I’d let you feast on me for weeks.”
He grunts his pleasure, stroking his cock in a private show that’s just for me. “Deal.”
I can’t help it. I touch myself as I watch him touch himself until my fingers are drenched. Feeling bold and brave, I reach out to him and coat his cock with my juices.
“Babe,” he growls and slides into me in one long, slow thrust. “Ah, fuck,” he sighs and freezes, letting my body fit around his cock like a glove.
I prepare myself for the hard fuck I’d gotten earlier, but that’s not what happens. Wilder isn’t fucking me; he’s making love to me in slow, languid strokes that make me want him more.
Those long strokes hit the perfect spot each and every fucking time, sending fireworks shooting off behind my eyes. “Wilder.”
“Yeah?” His body is a thing of beauty as it moves. Every stroke shows off six-pack abs. His arms tremble with the effort of not coming too soon, and I’m transfixed.
I can’t look away at the perfection that is Wilder, and I don’t want to, fearful that if I do look away, this might all prove to be a dream.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans and grips my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. And I don’t care. All I know is I’m in Wilder heaven.
Deep thrusts go even deeper until tears form in my eyes. His hips speed up, and I think I’m about to explode before they slow down again. Over and over, Wilder teases me with his cock, bringing me to the edge and pulling back again and again until I’m ready to do the unthinkable.
“Please, Wilder. I need to come.”
He flashes a wide, teasing grin at my words and leans over until we’re chest to chest, his lips feasting on mine while his hips move and grind.
Together we come apart into a million different pieces of who we were before this moment. I don’t know how it happened, but pieces of me have mixed with pieces of him, and I won’t know how to survive without him afterthis—whatever this is—is over.
I don’t know how long it takes until we’re both spent to hell, but we’re staring at each other in complete disbelief.
“That’s never happened to me before.”
