Page 121 of Wildest Dreams

“When we were together before,” I rumble, pulling back so that I can look at her carefully, “when we did it in our freshman year, what did you think?”

Aisling blinks up at me and gives me the most beautiful smile.

“I thought you werehuge,” she laughs, pressing her body up against mine.

I smirk down at her, pleased with that lasting impression. “Yeah?”

“Like, you were so big that I thought you were gonna crush me.”

I breathe out a laugh and slap a hand over my face, embarrassed.

“Great,” I tease, “that’s exactly what I was going for.”

Aisling laughs and pries my hand from my eyes. “I mean it in a good way. I loved feeling you on top of me.”

I suck in a sharp inhale as her palms squeeze their way over my muscles – over my biceps, down my heaving chest, and then lower, until she’s–

“Baby,” I growl, fingers gripping her waist as I thrust myself into her small fist. In the next second I’m rolling onto my back with Ash on top of me, grabbing one of her wrists and pushing it lower, begging for her to relieve that other ache.

“Tug ’em,” I grunt, chest heaving fast as her fingers gently brush my sac. “Harder, baby. Harder. Yeah,fuck, just like that.”

The brush of her chest against mine draws me back to exactly what’s happening, and I blink hard at the ceiling, trying to clear that red animal haze. I shove one hand through my hair and stare down at the beautiful girl straddling my quads, eyes alight with curiosity as the deep green bedding halos around her.

I pull her hands off of me, sit upright, and kiss her, the sheets falling to her waist as I massage my hands over her thighs.

“I didn’t mean to crush you,” I murmur, making her laugh as I kiss down her neck.

“I told you, I like it. You’re the biggest guy I’ve ever been with.”

I pull back, eyebrows raised, and Aisling instantly pauses, like she said too much.

I am very fucking intrigued with this new information.

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, my voice so deep that Aisling’s nipples pinch tighter.

“Uh, nothing,” she mumbles, trying to scramble off my lap.

Not a fucking chance.

“I’m the biggest guy you’ve ever been with?” I ask, smirking like an asshole as I wrap my arms around her waist, keeping her in place. “Like, are we talkin’ height, weight, or the size of my cock?”

She twists to claw at my forearms but I hold her tighter.

“None of those things,” she huffs. “I take it back. You’re the smallest.”

I grin before giving her a quick bite to her throat.

“I can’t tell you how good it feels to be the tallest, biggest guy that you’ve ever been with, baby. So, with regards to my cock, is it the longestandthe thickest or–?”

She manages to wriggle off of my lap but I roll over on top of her ass, making her squeal and laugh until she remembers that she’s angry with me and throws me a sulky glower.

I press a kiss to her shoulder, grinning wickedly as I hold her eyes with mine.

“It’s the longestandthe thickest, isn’t it?”

She twists her lips to one side, trying to hide her smile, before letting me roll her onto her back so that I’m not mounting her from behind.

I release a low contended rumble as I settle down on top of her, one hand toying with the side of her panties while the other gently strokes at her jaw.

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