Page 85 of Wicked & Wildflower

Her back arches, legs clenching around me. “Yes,” she whimpers. “But—”

I stand swiftly, cutting off the rest of her sentence. She looks up at me, blue eyes bright like stars in the dim lighting. Her pretty pink lips part slightly as I grasp her arm and tug her up. She follows my lead, standing before allowing me to grab her shoulder and spin her around, pressing her between my body and the desk.

She gasps as I bend her over, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades while the other runs the length of her back, fingers dipping into her waistband. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” I grab her skirt with my other hand. “After that, you’re going to come all over my face.” I pull the fabric down her thighs, letting it tangle at her ankles while I stare after her perfect, round ass, now covered only by the thin, good-for-nothing strip of her black lace thong. Catching my breath, I finally add, “Then, I’m going to ask you again if you think this is fake.”

Sliding back up her body at a torturously slow pace, I snag the hem of her blouse. Dahlia doesn’t hesitate when she lifts her arms and lets me pull it over her head, tossing it to the floor behind me. I reach around and take her full breasts in each of my hands, rolling her pert nipples between my fingers over the fabric of her bra. “Does that sound good to you, baby?” I nip at her ear, peppering kisses down her neck to her back.

As if words are beyond her, she only responds with a terse hum and the nod of her head. I continue moving down her back, kissing, nipping, and suckling her sweet skin, eliciting tremors and moans from her mouth as I go. As I reach the band of herunderwear, I take it between my teeth and squat to the floor, dragging it with me until it’s bunched at her ankles along with her skirt. My cock is painfully hard as I take in the sight of her above me. She’s still in her heels, her legs slightly spread but restrained, hands braced on her desk as she leans over and puts herself on display for me. Her pussy is already wet— dripping just for me.

“Fucking masterpiece.” The words leave my mouth before I even realize I’m speaking them aloud, and when Dahlia turns her head slightly, looking down at me with those bright eyes and that playful twitch of her lips, all my resolve shatters.

I run my hands up her legs until I reach her ass. Standing behind her, I take her flesh in my palms, running my hands over her soft skin. “You have such a pretty ass, Dahlia.” I grab her roughly, spreading her open. “Has it ever been played with?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Do you like that?” I ask, gathering saliva at the tip of my tongue.

“Yes.”

I groan at her answer.I think she’s fucking made for me. I part my lips just slightly, letting my spit slowly drip out of my mouth and land between her cheeks. She gasps at the sensation, crying out as I circle my thumb around her tight bud, pressing in lightly.

“Do you like it whenIplay with your ass, Wildflower?”

“Please,” she breathes, bucking backward, as if to force me deeper.

“Fuck.” My cock jumps at her begging, and I’m so fucking desperate for her, I may lose myself without even being touched. “You’re so good for me. You’re gonna listen to me, right, baby? Gonna do what I say like a good girl?”

“Yes.” She bucks back against me again.

“Promise?” I ask, pressing my thumb inside her.

“I promise!” she cries as I slip past the tight ring of muscle. Her breathing picks up, chest heaving as I pump my thumb in and out of her.

“Is your pussy wet for me, too?”

She only nods, and I stretch my hand down between her legs, teasing her entrance with my middle finger.Fucking soaked.

“Potrei annegare in questa figa. Muori qui. È mio. Tutto mio.”

Shit.Am I speaking Italian? She drives me insane. My mother would weep to know I’m utilizing all those years of lessons to talk like this right now.

I slowly push my middle finger inside her, pumping twice before adding another. I set a rhythm between my two fingers in her pussy and my thumb in her ass, picking up my pace as I feel her begin to tighten and tremble around me.

“Everett,” she moans. Body trembling, I steady her with a hand on her hip. I feather my lips along her back, feeling her shudder and tense beneath my mouth as she clenches on my fingers, reaching her peak. “Yes. Please. Faster.” She chants as I fuck her with my hand and brush my lips along her skin.

“Look at you.” My voice comes out gruff and strained. “Both holes filled, and you’re begging for more. You’re perfect, aren’t you?” I nip at her neck, fighting the urge to buck against her with my hips, desperate for my own release. “So needy for me.”

I continue my pace with one hand, using my free one to tangle in the back of her hair and lift her so she’s flush against my chest. She lays her head against my shoulder, looking up at me with lust-laced eyes. “I’ll bet you like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

Her lips are parted slightly, small whimpers escaping them with each thrust of my fingers into her body. She nods, and I move my hand around her throat, gripping just tight enough to make her catch her breath. “You take my fingers so well, Dahlia. I can’t wait to watch you take my cock again.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and I feel her throat work against my palm as she moans at my words. I begin moving faster, curling my fingers and pressing hard against the spot I know will make her come undone. Her entire body begins to tense as a garbled, “Everett!” escapes her mouth.

I lean into her, my lips hovering right over hers. “Come for me, Dahlia,” I command. “Squirt all over my hand the way you did my dick. I want to feel you, baby.”

Her mouth falls open, eyes shut as her pussy tightens around my fingers and I feel her begin to lose herself. I press my mouth to hers, swallowing her moan before taking her lip between my teeth and biting down, dragging as I pull away. A tremble rushes up her body, and I feel her getting close. I wrap my arm around her middle, feeling her legs weaken. “That’s it. Let go, Wildflower. I’ve got you.”

I curl my fingers again, pumping hard and fast a few more times until I feel her become impossibly tight, gripping my fingers hard enough that they can no longer move. I feel the pressure building inside her, the way her body wracks with quivers, and a cry tears from her throat as that pressure bursts.

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