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26
LARK
Wyatt kickedopen the front door to his farmhouse, and the screen door closed behind us with a slam. Our mouths were frantic—hungry and seeking.
Barely inside the house, Wyatt had me pressed against a wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as his hands tangled in my hair, controlling the kiss. Need and passion radiated from him, and I was just as eager to soak up every last drop.
I planted my hands on his shoulders to break free, and his mouth captured my neck. “Wait. The kids.”
Wyatt’s voice was heady and deep. “Gone for the weekend.” His arms tightened around my back. “You’re all mine.”
Desire coursed through me. Thrilled at the prospect of a house alone with Wyatt, I arched into him, accepting his kiss and reveling in the way his teeth scraped against the thin skin of my neck. It drove me wild.
Wyatt walked us through the foyer and turned the corner into the kitchen. He tipped me backward, depositing me onto the kitchen table, and yanked away my cutoff jean shorts. My hands went to my T-shirt.
“Did you wear this for me?” His hands smoothed up my exposed ribs, looking over the university tee I’d cropped just for him.
I nodded and smirked.
“Leave it on.”
Bracing my hands behind me, I thrust my boobs in the air and wrapped my legs around his waist. He crushed his lips to mine. We were frantic for every touch, every taste.
Wyatt leaned back, and I released him from my hold. His hand went to his belt, and when he whipped it off in one smooth motion, a choked squeal of delight escaped me. He reached behind his head and removed his shirt in the sexiest, most manly way possible. I could feel my pussy go slick. He took off the rest of his clothing and stood in front of me, butt naked and utterly confident.
Goddamn he’s beautiful.
The intense furrow in his brow made me only hotter. I couldn’t wait until he unleashed all that pent-up frustration and grumpiness on me. He gripped his dick and stroked his length. I slipped my hands inside my tee to remove my bra.
Wyatt’s hungry eyes watched me as he continued to pump himself. I absorbed his gaze in eager anticipation.
“What do you want, Lark? Tell me. You can have anything you want as long as you say it.”
“I want it.” My eyes moved up to his, and I suddenly felt shy voicing exactly what I wanted. “Bare again.”
A cocky grin spread as he stepped forward. My legs wound around his hips and held him close. Wyatt gripped his cock as he teased me through my underwear. “Like I said, anything you want, baby.”
My head lolled back as he tortured and teased me. I clenched, wanting to be stretched and filled. His thick erection found the edge of my underwear.
“Pull those aside.”
Heat poured through me and I did as I was told. I released a small squeak as he lowered to his knees.
He shot me a wicked grin. “You didn’t think I was going to fuck you without tasting this pussy first, did you?”
I moaned as his mouth clamped over my heat. Not only did he use his tongue to lick and tease, but he used what felt like his whole damn face. He moaned into me, and the vibrations sent shivers up my back. My hips tilted on their own will, begging for more. Wyatt’s hand reached up and slipped below my T-shirt to play with my nipple, while the other teased my entrance.
It was an onslaught of heat and pleasure, and with every pulse of his tongue I was closer and closer to coming. “Oh god. Don’t stop.”
My hips were moving and grinding against him and—bless that man—when I was close, he didn’t stop or change speeds or do something different. He continued to suck and lick and tease in exactly the way that hurled me closer and closer to the edge.
As I cried out, his mouth clamped down on my clit, and he tweaked my nipple. I held my panties to the side as I unraveled. Soaked and humming with pleasure, I rode the wave of my orgasm as he continued to moan in approval and devour me.
I collapsed on the table, overtaken by the intensity of my orgasm.
“Uh-uh.” Wyatt rose and leaned over me, planting hungry kisses down my neck. He looked at me, his gaze dark and devious. “We’re just getting started.”
His rough hands gripped my hips, sliding my ass to the very edge of the table and slipping my underwear down my legs. “I’m dragging you down the hallway to my bed, but I’m doing it with your pussy milking this cock.”
