Page 86 of Wicked & Wildflower

She goes slack, falling forward, supported only by my knee between her legs and my arm around her waist. I feel her release rush past my fingers, flooding my hand. I hold her tightly as she rides it out, muttering unintelligible words likefuckandGodand my name.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

Once she’s entirely spent, I slowly pull my fingers from her body. Stepping back from her, she turns around and leans against the desk. Eyes at half-mast, a faint glow of sweat accenting her face, she looks up at me with a heaving chest, watching with rapt attention as I stick my middle finger in my mouth and suck her off my skin.

The taste of her is heady and addicting. She’s intoxicating.

She tastes like she fucking belongs to me.

Her eyes are fixated on my mouth, breathing increasing as she watches me. The straps of her bra hang limply off her shoulders, her breasts spilling out of the cups with each rapid movement of her chest. A flush runs up her neck, blooming on her cheeks and making her eyes appear even brighter in the dim light of her office. Lips swollen, she takes one between her teeth, biting down as we study each other.

“You’re so beautiful,” I find myself saying.

“So are you,” she responds breathlessly.

I’m smiling when I surge forward, grabbing her hips and setting her on the desk as my mouth falls on hers. She laces her arms around my neck, pressing us together as I kiss and kiss andkissher. I move my lips along her jaw and down her neck, reaching around her back to unclasp her bra. She slides it off her arms and lets it fall to the floor as I take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, sucking and nipping and gently biting.

“Everett,” she breathes as I move across her chest to service the other one.

“You are so beautiful,” I say again with her breast between my teeth. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this to you,” I suck her into my mouth roughly, pulling away with force, “worshiping your body like this. You deserve to be worshiped, Dahlia.”

I brush my lips along her skin, falling to the floor in front of her. I look up at her, knowing there’s pleading desperation on my face, and she meets my gaze with a mirrored expression. “Your body is my new religion, baby.” I wrap both arms around her legs, gripping her inner knees. “Now, spread those thighs and baptize me.”

Her breath hitches, but she opens for me immediately, baring her perfect, wet pussy. She’s glistening with arousal and the aftermath of her first orgasm. My cock rages at the sight of her—the need to be inside her. I press my hand to my groin in an attempt at relieving the pressure.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Do that.”

I look up, meeting her hooded eyes as she watches me. “What, baby?”

“Touch yourself.” She’s so quiet, I almost can’t hear her. She’s so timid in moments like this, and it drives me wild.

I palm my cock again, and she bites down on her lip, a flush coming to her cheeks. I understand why she made the request. She seems under the impression that she can only take pleasure if it’s also being returned. I noticed it the night she touched herself on video for me. She wanted me to go there with her. She needs the level of vulnerability to be matched, and I think it’s because she needs to know I want to give this to her as much as she wants to take it. She’s so afraid of being a burden, of not being desired.

That drives me mad. It’s infuriating, and I want to obliterate every person who has ever made her feel that way about herself.

“Dahlia,” I rasp. “Do you need to see what you do to me? What thetasteof you does to me? Do you need proof of how desperate I am to hear you cry my name again?”

With hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips, she nods.

I reach down, unbuckling my belt, slipping it through the loops and tossing it aside before unzipping my pants. I watch her breath stop as I pull out my cock. It’s painfully fucking hard—aching for her, just like the rest of me. I swipe the moisture gathered at my tip and swirl my thumb around the head. Gripping my base, I pump myself once, twice.

“I need all those doubts to leave your pretty head. I’ve been thirsting for this pussy, and now, I’m going to fuck myself while I devour it. Can you let me do that?”

Her head falls back on a moan. “God, please.”

Pushing her legs open with one hand, I move between her thighs. I start at her center, dipping my tongue inside and feeling her sweet arousal coat my senses. My cock jumps at the taste of her. The smell of her. The sight. I squeeze my tip, willing myself not to come already.

I drag my tongue up the length of her, settling over her clit as I flick once. “And that’s the last time I hear you say the word ‘God’ tonight, understood? You need to call out for someone, Wildflower? You say my fucking name.”

Her legs tighten around my head, and a soft whimper leaves her mouth.

“Say it for me, Dahlia,” I growl, mouth hovering over her clit, denying her the sensation I know she desperately needs.

“Everett,” she breathes. “Please.”

It’s all I need to descend on her. I circle her clit with my tongue in the same tempo I fist my cock. She continues chanting my name as I pick up my pace, working her faster. “That’s it. Keep going.”

Her moans grow louder, body tensing and tightening as I wrap my lips around her bundle and suck hard. I gently nip her with my teeth, causing her body to bow off the desk, hand flying to the back of my head and holding me there.

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