Page 94 of Wicked & Wildflower

I crawl across my mattress, matching his earlier stride. His tongue snakes out to trace his bottom lip, breathing growing heavier as he takes me in. When I reach the end of my bed, I come to my knees again. Setting my toy down beside me, I slowly lift my t-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor in front of him.

Where I used to fear this level of exposure, I now revel in it. All because of him.

Towering over him in nothing but my panties, his gaze lingers on my body, eyes glued to my bare skin. I can see the outline of his cock through his joggers, massive and hard. The heaving of his chest and the quick, desperate breaths filtering through his parted lips make me feel powerful, playful and wild.

“Everett,” I draw, pulling his attention back to my face while I pick up my toy. “I think I need to get this nice and wet. It’ll slide into mytight, hotlittle pussy so much easier that way.” I smile as I watch his eyes flutter at my words, eyes near-black with lust.

He’s so lost in me right now, so pliant and willing to give me whatever I want. The way he looks at me makes me feel…beautiful, like I can take pleasure without shame, like I can bloom without wilting.

I run the bright pink toy through my palm, inching closer to the edge of the bed. With my free hand, I reach down and grasp his chin. I try to express my intention with my eyes, but the look in his tells me I can do anything I want.

“Open up for me, baby.”

“Fuck.” His jaw drops immediately.

“Are you my good boy?”

He frantically nods, sticking out his tongue as I slide the toy between his lips. I come alive beneath his gaze, sensation flooding through my core as I move my vibrator in and out of his mouth. He suctions his lips around it, bobbing his head in rhythm with my thrusts. The heat in his eyes radiates all across my flesh.

“You’re good at that, aren’t you?” I ask.

He hums around the cock in his mouth.

I allow him to continue sucking on it for a few more moments before I pull it away. I fall back on my bed, and he immediately moves to follow, but I stop him with a foot on his chest. “No, no.” I click my tongue. “You’re still in trouble.” I settle back against my pillows, lifting my legs as I pull my underwear off and kickthem in Everett’s direction. “So, I’m going to make myself come, and while I do, you can beg me to let you make me come again when I’m finished.”

“Fucking hell.” Everett watches me intensely, chest heaving and jaw dropped as I slowly spread my legs and run my vibrator through my soaked center.

“Take your shirt off,” I demand as I flick the switch on the toy. I start with a low vibration, circling my clit slowly, though the vibrator is doing much less for me right now than Everett is. Crossing his arms, he grabs the hem of his tee and pulls it off his head. Suddenly, I’m greeted with cut muscle, tanned skin, and all those fucking tattoos. “You’re being so good for me.”

He bites his lip, nodding rapidly while he watches me play with myself from the foot of my bed, still on his knees. I press the button twice, upping the level of intensity as I slowly slip the toy inside me. It fills me, pressure building in my stomach. The vibrating sends flutters to my clit, but it’s Everett’s hungry gaze that radiates sensation all throughout my body, lighting me on fire.

“Fuck,” he groans, head falling back and eyes falling shut. “I swear to God, I’m going to punish you for this torment later.”

I laugh breathlessly. I don’t doubt he will. I know the man prefers to be the one in control, and he’s relenting that power to me for my own satisfaction, which only makes me want him more. My toes curl as I start to pump inside myself faster. “Eyes on me,” I command.

“Fuck me,” he growls, head snapping down to meet my gaze again. “Dammit, Dahlia. Please. Let me touch you.” He sits up, stretching over my bed to get a closer look, though his knees remain on the floor. “I’m being such a good boy for you, baby. I deserve my reward.”

Those words send heat shooting through my spine. Pleasure coils in my core, drawing tight. I feel myself rapidly climbing toward that peak. “Keep telling me what you deserve.”

He nods, licking his lips. “I’ll make you feel so good if you let me, Wildflower. I’ll worship that perfect body.” He’s panting as I move faster, pleasure sparking through my veins. My eyes are fighting to remain open and fixed on him. I’m so fucking close. “I’ll make you see stars. Send you straight to heaven.” He swallows thickly, moving closer. Mouth hovering over my ankle, he presses a soft kiss there. “I’ll claim that pussy like it’s mine, because we both know you belong to me.”

With those words, my orgasm slams into me unexpectedly. Everything goes taut, and suddenly, I’m exploding, crying out for him as I’m swept up in the wave of my release. My back bows off the bed, and I ride it out before pulling my vibrator from between my legs and tossing it aside. Just as I open my eyes, before I’ve even had the chance to catch my breath, Everett’s shooting across the bed and coming over top of me, like his own band just snapped.

He falls between my legs, and I know he can feel my wetness through his sweatpants, the way I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. His weight settles over me like a blanket, and I look up to find those amber eyes staring blazing through me. “You gonna let me make you feel good, Wildflower?”

I don’t even answer. I simply grab the nape of his neck, fingers twisting in his hair, and haul his mouth to mine. He moans. I swallow it. His tongue slides against me, teasing and coaxing twin noises from my lips. I run my hands along his bare chest, feeling the muscles in his back move as he reaches up to grab my headboard. I savor the warmth of his skin, how smooth it is against the tips of my fingers, the way it elicits flames on mine wherever we touch.

He moves along my jaw and down my neck, lips dragging against my flesh and leaving fire in their wake. “Have I proven what a good boy I am, baby?” He bites into my collarbone, and I inhale sharply at the sting. “Are you going to let me fuck you now?”

He presses his hips into mine, hard length flush against my center. “Please,” I whimper.

My hands continue their descent down his back, dipping into the waistband of his sweats and pulling hard. He laughs against my neck, pulling away and standing from the bed. His eyes don’t leave mine as he slips them off, along with his underwear. Suddenly, Everett Ramos is standing in front of me completely naked, all broad muscle, smooth, tattooed skin, and the proud length of his hard cock. I feel my cheeks heating as I take him in, but I can’t look away.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Let me take control now, Wildflower. Can I do that?”

I nod, and it’s all he needs before pouncing back on me.

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