Page 98 of Wanting Wentworth

Went’s glare flips up to mine when I move my hand, black and bottomless. Almost angry that I stopped touching myself, a second before he realizes what I’m asking for. Letting go of himself on a curse, he grips his other hand around my thigh and lifts, impaling me on a single thrust of his cock, so hard and deep, I feel my entire body tighten and convulse. “Ohmygod…”

“Keep touching yourself,” Went growls down at me, his tone strained and strung tight. “Rub your clit for me while I fill this pretty pink pussy up with my cum.”

Another flush breaks out across my skin as I do what I’m told, reaching down to circle and tease my clit while Went fucks me, each stroke and pump of his cock inside me stretching and filling me so completely, every thrust and flex of his hips against mine pushing me closer and closer toward another release, until my bones begin to melt and bend with every hard, deep stroke he gives me. Until I feel myself start to shatter and break around him on a scream that’s shaped around his name.

“Fuuuck.” He snarls it, hand streaking up to wrap around my throat, squeezing, pinning me in place while he fucks me through my orgasm, hips pounding and slapping against mine, hard and fast while he comes on another rough shout, his cock jerking and spasming inside me as we fly and fall together.

FIFTY-SIX

Wentworth

I’m not supposed to even be here.

If not for the fact that the car I called from the Hawthorne in Helena got caught behind some sort of accident involving a cattle hauler, I wouldn’t have been. As a matter of fact, I was upstairs, throwing the last of my shit into my duffle and getting ready to put my shoes on to make the hike down the mountain in the dark when I heard the crunch of tires against the gravel drive out front. A few seconds later I heard the quiet close of a car door at the back of the house, the sound of it pushing me to the window.

Flicking the curtains open, I saw Kait rounding the back of an old SUV, a moment before she disappeared beneath the eaves of the back porch.

I came downstairs, just in time to watch her find the drawing I left for her. I had no intention of fucking her. Not now. Not yet… but I recently learned that intentions mean absolutely nothing when it comes to Kaitlyn Barrett.

After it was over, I pulled my pants back up before gathering her clothes and carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. Tossing her clothes on the bed, I take her into the bathroom. Setting her down on the counter, I move away from her just long enough to turn on the shower before I’m back.

Stepping into the space between her thighs, I lift my hands to push the tangle of dark hair away from her face. “Are you okay?” Looking down at her, I feel my eyebrows pull together into a frown. “Did I hurt you? Are you—” I was rough with her. I left marks. Light pink shadows ringing her neck, shaped like my hand, the tips of them slightly darker than the rest. Looking at them, I feel my cock start to swell so I squeeze my eyes shut so I can’t see them but that’s the wrong thing to do because with them closed, all I can see is Kait laid out on that fucking desk. My hand wrapped around her throat while I pound her into it with my cock. Her perfect tits bouncing with every hard—

“I’m fine…” I feel her hands skate across my chest. Her fingers trace the tattoos inked into my collarbone. “Better than fine.” When she says it, my eyes open to find her looking up at me, lower lip caught between her teeth while her hands slide lower, over my pecs and down my torso to brush against the waistband of my track pants.

“Sunshine…” I meant for it to be warning but that’s not how it sounds. It sounds rough and heavy. Like I’m a heartbeat away from losing it completely.

“I drank eight whole glasses of water…” She tilts her head, her mouth brushing against the underside of my chin while her hands push past my waistband to skim their fingers against the base of my already rigid shaft. “I’m fully hydrated… scout’s honor.”

“Fuck.” Like her name, it comes out rough and heavy, my hands falling to the curve of her hips, lifting and angling them against mine, even as she’s moving to jerk my pants down just far enough to free my cock. Her arms and legs wrapping themselves around me, a sharp gasp ripping self up her throat when I bury myself inside her on a hard, deep thrust that nearly blinds me. Lifting her off the counter, I walk us both into the shower. Her legs wrapped around my hips, I pin her against the tiled wall, my cock working and pumping inside her. Fingers teasing and circling her swollen clit. Hanging on to my own release, I feel her pussy begin to grip and flex around me like a fist and she moans my name before I finally give in. Fucking myself into her hard and deep, I bury my face in her neck while I come on a rough shout when I feel her teeth sink into the firm muscle of my shoulder and her short, blunt nails claw across my back.

Not for the first time, I’m positive that she’s trying to kill us both.

Setting her down, I make short work of getting us both cleaned up because if I don’t get some clothes on her, fast, neither one of us is going to be leaving this room any time soon.

Wrapping her in a towel, I pick her up again and she doesn’t protest. Doesn’t tell me to put her down or that she can walk on her own. Walking her into the bedroom, I set her on the edge of the bed before ducking back into the bathroom to towel off and put my track pants back on. Coming back out, I find her exactly where I left her, her gaze aimed at something across the room. Stopping short, I aim my gaze in the same direction, even though I know what I’m going to see.

My packed duffle.

“Sunshine—” Starting toward her, I shake my head. “I wasn’t—”

“I came up here to tell you that I figured it out.” She shifts her gaze, letting it settle on me with a sigh. “Well, I didn’t figure it out—Abbey did.”

The back of my neck goes hot and my chest tightens because I know what she means. I know why she’s here. Shaking my head again, I ask anyway. “Figured what out?”

“Who you are.” She looks away, toward my duffle again. “Why you’re here. What they’re saying you did.”

Shit.

“I should’ve know,” she says before scoffing softly. Not like she’s mad. Like she can’t believe how stupid she’s been. “When you asked me if I knew who you were—down by the lake the other day. I should’ve known you were someone.”

“I’m not…” Shaking my head, I want to go to her but I can’t. It’s like my feet are nailed to the floor. “I’m not someone. I’m just—”

“You’re the heir and CEO of a multi-billion-dollar hotel empire, Went.” She gives me a smile that looks more like a grimace. “Sorry to have to tell you this, but you’re definitely someone.”

I open my mouth, hoping to God some sort of explanation finds its way out but before I can even try, she looks at me again. “It’s okay—I understand why you didn’t say anything. You came up here to hide—the last thing you should be doing is telling some girl you just met who you are and why.”

Some girl you just met.

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