Page 88 of Wicked Sin

I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug, manhandling her just enough to keep that edge. She gasps as I move her back, so we’re looking each other in the eye.

“I want to take you to my bed. I want to hold you tonight.” I’m asking for a lot. I’m asking for more than sex, and if she says no, that’s fine. I’ll deal.

She goes still, then nods. “Okay.”

I surge forward, grabbing her under her ass and behind her back as I lift her into the air. I don’t want to waste another second. She clings tightly as I mount the stairs, and doesn’t let go until I lay her down on my bed.

As I strip down and grab a couple of condoms from the bedside drawer, she shimmies out of her leggings. And finally—fucking finally—I have Taylor naked in my room. Naked and ready for me to do my best and worst to her.

I stop at the foot of the bed to appreciate her lush, naked body. Her legs spread open, wide for me. A wanton offering I take, dropping to my knees. Falling forward to feast on her swollen, slick, sweet pussy.

She smells like the best kind of sex, sultry and sweet. And her taste is even better licked right from the source.

“Luke,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”

I give her a finger, then a second, as I lift my head and look at her. “Come for me first, baby. Come on my face, then I’ll fuck you so hard.”

Her lips part in a prolonged side as I thrust into her. But she’s intent on getting her way here, and who the fuck am I to argue? “Please,” she whispers. “I want to feel you stretch me with that big thing.”

The big thing throbs in eager agreement.

I groan and slide my fingers out of her, sticky with her clear juices now. I wrap my fist around my cock, jacking it for her appreciation.

“Yeah. That. Put that big hard thing inside me,” she gasps. “Take me.”

“You want this buried deep?”

“All the way.” Her eyelids droop, fluttering shut as I push into her, as I imagine myself tearing her in half.Making her mine.

That’s a fucked up thought right there. And it gets me even harder. So much for feelings being overrated. That’s a huge fucking feeling and it’s surging through me.

Mine.

Mine.

I groan her name. She blinks up at me, the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen beneath me, and smiles. “So good. More. Gimme more, Luke.”

I stroke my hands down her legs and notch her thigh up high, pressing her open for me to fuck her harder.

Her breath catches in her throat as I fill her up. Deep. Hard. I love the wild-eyed, sex-drunk look that rolls over her as she twists tighter toward an orgasm. “Gonna come for me, baby?”

She gasps.

I like that. I like that so fucking much. I’m throbbing, ready to fill her up. “I’m going to come, too,” I growl. “So hard. Wanna come together? Wanna milk it out of me with your clutching pussy? Or do you want me to pull out and spill my seed all over your thighs? I’d like to see that. My come on your skin.”

She whimpers and whines, her fingers skittering down her body to find her clit.

I grin at her. Wicked. Hot. “Yeah. Touch yourself. You can’t fucking help it, can you? You need to come. You need this dick, this big, hard—”

With a strangled shout, she wraps her legs around my waist, jerks her hips up so her clit jams hard against her fingertips, and comes so hard around me I feel it in my balls. Like a bull let loose in a china shop, I fall into her, rutting hard as I chase my own release, as I let the filthiest thoughts take over and the base, raw need to fill her up be finally, blissfully satisfied.

When my own climax retreats, I find myself wrapped tight around her, my face buried in her sweet-smelling hair.

And she’s giggling like a schoolgirl. “Wow,” she whispers as I slide out of her, grabbing the condom to get rid of it.

No fucking shit.

I take care of business, then wrap myself around her.

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