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But need was building, and my hips lifted on their own. Wilde growled and grabbed my hip with the hand that’d just been on his cock. I whined. I dug my nails into his shoulder, and he shifted. I was desperate with want for him to pound into me, but he didn’t. He grabbed both my wrists and pushed my arms above my head.

I mewled at the helpless position. Surprising even myself, I fucking loved the feeling of being stretched and pinned like that—helpless with one knee up around his hip, him holding my hips in place. He pushed my arms so high I felt my breasts tip upward and my skin pull tight. In the shadows, I made out a scowl on his forehead—just barely. Everything fell away and it was only us in that room. Holy hell, I was powerless, lost in sensation and yet in control and so fucking free all at the same time. I found that strength I’d been looking for before with him deep inside and owning my body, bending it to his will, holding my pleasure at bay until he was good and goddamn ready.

Then, restraining me even further, he lifted his leg up behind mine. Tension in his face melted, and his lips lowered to mine tenderly, so at odds with how he had me trapped and exposed. He kissed me three times, then smiled against my mouth just before pulling almost all the way out and driving back into me—hard.

I cried out. It was the best sensation of vulnerable ecstasy I’d ever experienced. I wanted this, gave it to him willingly. I was on the edge and reaching higher, but he didn’t push me hard enough to send me sailing over. He waited between every thrust like he wanted to take me to the top, bring me down, then push me there all over again. He kept me teetering on the edge of perfect abandon in between a slow, building burn and a fucking detonation. “Oh, baby doll,” he murmured as he thrust into me.

That was the second time he’d called me baby doll tonight, and I kinda liked it. Hell, I fucking loved it! I soared—almost to the edge but came down just short.

He pulled and pushed again, then waited as I crept so much closer. Then he kissed my chin and my neck softly as I once again fell away from that edge. He was playing a fine line between making me feel him and making me feel us. The rhythm he set said as much to me as any words could. It told me how much he was paying attention to my every response, how much he wanted to make this last for me, and how important this coupling was to him.

The rumble of his growl reverberated against my chest. I whimpered again, almost ready to beg.

Wilde pulled out slowly. Rammed into me. “I love being inside your body. I love your body like this.”

Ultimate possession.

Clearly, he’d let me lead before, but in that cabin, he fucking dominated every part of me.

He pulled back and plunged deeper. “Wide fucking open.”

Again.

I grunted, moaned, wanted to beg but couldn’t find the sense to string together words.

My head thrashed from side to side as he rotated his hips. My hair caught in my mouth, but I didn’t fucking care. I needed. I wanted. I must have.

“Good, Bou?” he demanded.

My name on his lips made my pussy clench around his cock.

He snarled, “Ah, yes.” He pulled out and slammed back into me.

“Pleeeaaase.” I finally found a word.

He growled heavily and stilled. “Say it again.”

I couldn’t.

He pulled out. Pushed. “Say it.”

I bit my lip, tasted copper, didn’t care, whipped my head. I wanted to dive over the top so fucking bad. Incoherent words finally started flowing. “Please-fucking please-harder-now-please-I-need-fuck.”

And he did. His plunged faster, and I climbed. I soared, hearing his voice straining again and again as he fucked me harder, harder. I was there. At the fucking top. All the muscles in my body locked down. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Fireworks boomed behind my lids.

“Yes,” I panted, “yes, yes, YES!” over and over as he plowed into me. Then the hold released and I drifted, fell. My pussy pulsated around him as he ground into me several final times and roared his release. His cock grew impossibly large, stretching me even further as he twitched, and spurted deep inside me. He froze, too. With a final animalistic roar, his whole body followed mine right over the edge.

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Fuck, having Bou sleep in my arms with her naked ass pressed up against my cock and one of her perfect tits filling my palm was the goddamn best. It didn’t allow for much sleeping on my part due to fighting my dick’s need to be inside her all night, but I didn’t want her to wake up. She deserved the rest, the peace, the quiet. This wasn’t my life. I could only fucking pretend for so long that there was a future here, so I was sure as shit going to take my fill of the time I did have with Bou. Morning light poured in through the window, highlighting her brown hair that spilled over my arm. I committed the image, the feel, the smell, everything about her to memory. Maybe if I could clean up my shit, things could be different. One day. Maybe.

I listened to bikes and vans rolling out while she slept.

After a while, she moaned in her sleep and pressed her hips back. Blood flooded into my cock. She whimpered again, clearly dreaming. The smell of our fucking was still in my nose, but it intensified as she started to move. I ran a finger around her nipple and reached down in front of her, sliding my finger between her folds. Already so heavenly wet. I clenched my jaw to fight the groan I felt building in my chest at the thought she had to be dreaming about the night before—that she still felt me in her sleep and, therefore, I still owned her body and soul.

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