Page 47 of Wild


Font Size:  

I narrow my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I might.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

He strokes his cock again, and I watch, hungry for it, empty everywhere. The orgasm was too short, a reaction to the buildup of trying to give him a lap dance.

“No, I wouldn’t, but I can deny you more. The big O, as they fucking say.”

“Nikolai…”

He starts to touch me again, fingers stroking my sex, pushing into me, working me until I’m on that edge. He stops, starts again, a different angle. He builds me up and stops when I climb; not teetering, but right up to that level. All he does is bring a tingling frustration, one fraught with possibilities before he stops all together.

Nikolai unties me, gripping the makeshift collar to lead me to the sofa, where he sits, leans back, and continues to work himself.

I go to join him, but he shakes his head. “Stand, Rose, and bring me my drink.”

“Do I look like your slave?”

“Absolutely.”

I wobble over to the table, fill the glass, and bring it to him. He doesn’t take it, instead grabbing my free hand and wrapping it about his cock.

“Work me. If you want to come, work my dick, make me come again, Rose.”

I take a shuddering breath as he takes his drink, sipping it as he stares at me, daring me to defy him. I take another breath as I pull at his cock, up and down, loving the feel of the hot silk in my hand, the steel beneath, the slight dampness from my mouth.

I want him. I want him in me. Ineedhim in me. He didn’t bring anything in with him, so I don’t think he has toys, at least not here, but I don’t want those right now. Only his cock will do.

I take the initiative and straddle his waist, sinking down on his thick cock. I take in the stretch that’s almost too much, the fullness that’s him, how he seems to touch everywhere. When I’m down to the root so we’re flesh to flesh, I start to rock, sliding back and forth to build a long, slow beat, and just when I’m getting to that sweet spot, he grabs my hips, holding me still.

“I don’t think so, Rose.”

He lifts me and slams up into me, setting off a hard, violent bounce. Each time he hits home, he’s so deep, it’s that good kind of hurt, dull and edged with color that’s pure delight. Soon, I’m drenched in slick, and we’re mashing together; I can feel him getting close, and I’m right there with him.

It’s like he’s everywhere, all the way down to my toes. My clit hits his pelvic bone hard with each movement, sending vibrations buzzing through me, my brain awash with pleasure.

“Nikolai…”

“I’m close, Rose. I’m so fucking close. Your cunt should win awards.”

I bite his shoulder and wrap tight about him as he handles me. I’m panting, shaking, and then he suddenly comes, twitching and shuddering, groaning out my name. I fly down that path right after him, biting into him so hard, I probably break skin, draw blood.

Nikolai laughs as he comes down from his high. “Damn, Rose. You’re a fucking lethal little thing.”

He’s rocking up into me, still hard. It’s an idle thing, like waves lapping at the shore, and I settle down on him. I know it’s not enough; I can feel it in the air, in the hardness still inside me.

“Nikolai, I…” I stop.

“You can ask me whatever the fuck it is you want. Just make it good.”

I squeeze shut my eyes and play with a button, slipping it open. “Will you be honest?

“I’m always honest, Rose, especially with you.”

Shit. I don’t realize I’m going to ask until I’m looking him straight in the eyes as he rocks up into me. “Adelaide.”

“Rose.” It’s a warning.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com