Page 96 of Inside the Wicked

“I need you inside me.”

Music to my fucking ears when I’ve thought of being buried in her tight heat again for far too long.

“Will I take you here? The kitchen island? The wall?” I kiss down her neck with each suggestion, and she becomes increasingly breathless. “What will it be?”

“All of them.”

“Still not one to choose.” I smile against her throat.

I reach my hand down when I can’t wait to feel her a second longer. She’s soaked through her underwear, and I groan.

“I want to fuck you just like this. In my hoodie.”

“Then hurry up and fuck me.”

My cock jerks at her demand. I want more of it. Her taking control and commanding exactly what she wants. But for now, I’m the impatient one, slipping her panties to the side and sinking a finger in deeply. The wrapping of her slick heat around my fingers or my cock will never fail to make a deranged man of me. After a few thrusts I add a second finger and watch as her body curves, beautiful as always.

I can’t wait any longer, fumbling my belt undone and pulling out my cock. My jeans stay on as I line myself up at her entrance and sink into her slowly, savoring every inch disappearing into her. Fully seated, I take a moment to collect my sanity with the heat of her pussy creeping over my whole damn body.

“I love you,” I say, leaning in to kiss her. “And I missed you so goddamn much.”

Ana’s hands thread into my hair, tightening as she turns more passionate and needy. I’m still, but she tries to fuck me herself, lifting her hips in a way that makes my head spin.

“Fucking hell, little bird,” I rasp, pulling out of the kiss and dipping my head down to watch her.

“I want it hard,” she says, chasing her pleasure in precious little pants.

“How hard? Because I want to fuck you so deep into this mattress you won’t remember where you are.”

I begin a slow, teasing pace to savor the feel of her. My hand glides under the hoodie, over her ribs, until I cup her breast. Ana pushes her chest into me. I didn’t know how fucking sexy it would be to fuck her in this.

“I’m expecting you to hold true to that as a promise,” she purrs.

I groan, pulling out of her suddenly with the snap of my restraint. Hooking her panties, I pull them off and toss them aside before taking her hands. Ana sits up at my silent instruction, and I pull the hoodie off her next.

Nothing competes with Ana’s naked body.

“You’re a goddess.”

She takes my cock in her hand and peers up at me through alluring lashes. If she puts it in her mouth, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her throat, and I don’t trust myself to last long. I want to reclaim every part of her that was taken from me for too long, but I can be patient.

“Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”

Ana stops her tight, maddening strokes of my dick and does as I say. Her perfect bare ass in front of me almost surges me to the edge of release. I’ve never been this effortlessly and insanely turned on by a woman. Ana drops down on her forearms, back curving, giving me an even more impeccable view as she tilts her head down to meet my gaze.

I realize I’ve been standing there fisting my cock absentmindedly, in a complete trance over her.

“I’m waiting, Agent Kaiser.”

I almost pass the fuck out.

I strip off my jeans. She’s right on the edge of the bed, and as soon as I step forward I’m deep inside her again. I don’t go slow this time. Ana cries out at the plunge of my cock, and the angle hits so deep my vision pricks with dark spots.

I’m desperate to spill inside her, but I also don’t want this to end so quickly. I want to fuck her for hours. Days. She fits my cock like a fucking glove, and I’ve starved for her after three months of hell away from her.

Leaning over her, my hand wraps around the back of her neck, pushing her into the bed. Her moans get louder, but I worry about hurting her.

“Harder,” she says as if she can read my damn mind.

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