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“Yes,” I whisper, nodding. “Yes.”
“My favorite word,” he rumbles, licking his tongue into my mouth as his finger slips into my slit.
The touch of him against my sensitive skin nearly sends me into orbit.
“That pussy is a mess, baby,” he says, sheathing one thick finger into my entrance. “So wet and so messy for me…fuck!”
I squeeze him hard, and he lets out another curse before kissing me so roughly and deeply I forget to breathe.
Wade’s exploring finger pulls away, and I want to cry. Instead, he works that hand over me, spreading my juice over my lips as he goes searching for my clit.
When he finds it, he rubs circles around it, echoing that rhythm with his probing tongue in my mouth.
He’s wound me up so tight with need that it only takes two, three strokes of his swirling finger to make me explode.
I come hard, gripping his shoulders and digging my nails into his skin.
“That’s it, baby girl. There you are. Such a good and dirty little pussy.”
It must be all kinds of wrong that thebaby girlthing makes me come harder and longer, and yet, here we are.
Wade whispers close to my ear as I come, using every damn nickname he has for me. The overall effect is to draw out my orgasm until I have nothing left.
“My sweetheart’s pussy is so hungry, isn’t it?”
He’s absolutely wrong to say that, yet I love every word.
I’m still twitching as Wade’s kisses become slower and more reverential, as the strokes of his palm over my skin make me come down from the mountaintop of my climax.
“Wade, let me…” I reach down to cup the hard length that’s been making itself known since the moment he pressed me against the doorframe for that kiss. I could feel it digging into my side. I felt it when he was on top of me.
He growls and moves my hand away.
“Stay put, and let me get you that drink of water, baby.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
Wade
When I return to the guest room with a tray full of snacks, chocolate, and drinks, Presley’s dazed expression gets me harder than ever.
“What’s all this?” Presley asks.
“You said you were headed to the kitchen,” I say, setting the tray down at her feet, then quickly adjusting my dick before helping her put her shirt back on.
“For water,” she points out.
“And I got you water, as requested. Be right back.” I could easily get detoured by losing myself in her intoxicating kisses again. But if I do that, I’m worried things will get out of control fast. Not only do I not want to injure her foot further, but I want her to know how serious I am. And I don’t want to fuck her when I’m covered in dirt and sawdust.
Her pout when I get up to leave again threatens to undo my resolve, but I manage to sprint to my office for my laptop.
“What are you doing?”
“I still don’t trust you to keep weight off your foot, so I’m hanging out with you tonight. Dinner and Netflix in bed,” I say as I set up the laptop on the end of the bed. “What do you want to watch?”
Presley laughs an achingly pretty laugh that puts flashes of my future in my mind.
“Is this Netflix and chill for the forcibly bedridden?” she asks.
