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A thrill danced through me. “If you’re doing it right, I shouldn’t be able to keep quiet.”
His teeth nipped the base of my neck. “Exactly.”
I bit down on my lip and tried to listen for any sign of the boys or Penny. Through the ceiling I could hear the low drone of their television and no sign that Penny was awake.
My heavy breaths rattled through me as I considered just how desperately I needed to connect with Wyatt. To use my body to show him all the pent-up feelings I was too afraid to voice.
As Wyatt continued to kiss my neck, I gathered my skirt in my hands. Wyatt was just as impatient because he dropped to his knees and used his strong arms to bend me at the waist. With one hand pinning me in place, my chest pressed flat against the wooden table.
I could feel his face close to my pussy and then the drag of his teeth across the line where my thigh met my ass.
I let out a small, desperate whimper.
“Quiet now.” Wyatt’s teeth clamped down on my inner thigh, and I pressed my lips together to keep from moaning. His tongue darted out to smooth over my skin, and his strong fingers flex over my lower back.
His hand left my back, trusting that I’d stay in place while he explored my body. Both hands trailed up the back of my thighs as his mouth teased and sampled. Finally—finally—his hands looped into the top of my damp thong and yank the fabric down.
Hard.
A strangled sound escaped my throat, and I clamped a hand over my mouth. My hips tipped backward, urging him to put his mouth on me. Begging for it.
His large hands gripped my butt as he spread me open. Wyatt dragged the flat of his tongue through my pussy with an aching slowness. Every nerve ending was on fire, and my body arched and pleaded for more.
I could feel the rattle of his own groan as he spread me wider and devoured me. My knees wanted to buckle. I shifted my weight, pushing my pussy into his face.
“Yes,” he growled into me. “More.”
My hips swiveled, and I lost all sense of time and space after his mouth found my clit. Wyatt was so good, sucking and lapping up every part of me. I wanted to float away.
But not before I felt him inside me.
“Wyatt, please,” I whispered and pleaded. “I want to come on your cock.”
My dirty, wanton words had him pulling back with a sexy groan. “Jesus.”
He stood and gripped my hips, then pressed his erection to my exposed pussy.
“I like hearing you beg.”
I swiveled my hips and ground into him.
The sound of his zipper sent waves of anticipation racing through me. In one aggressive move, Wyatt’s thick cock pushed into me. A startled cry threatened to escape me when his hand clamped down over my mouth.
He continued to fuck me with hard thrusts. His hand pressed over my mouth as he banged me against the table with every brutal drive of his hips.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
My eyes squeezed together as I reveled in the harsh way he took me, his hand keeping me quiet.
Exhilarated. Grateful. Stretched.
With Wyatt I was free. It wasn’t wrong to like being fucked hard or that his grumpy attitude was a total turn-on. My ears were acutely aware of any noises, and outside of the wet, sloppy sounds of our bodies coming together, the farmhouse was silent.
I pushed my hips into him, soaking up every sensation that rolled through me.
My legs started to quiver. My pussy tightened, and it was Wyatt who stifled a quiet groan. His spare hand left my hip and dove under my skirt to move down over the bundle of nerves between my legs.
His other hand moved over my mouth, and his fingers pushed past my lips. I brazenly sucked on them while he fucked me from behind and teased my clit.
