Page 23 of Wrong Number, Right Cougar

“I love you, and I want your mark on me.” Now it was my turn to grab him and bring him close.

“Glad to hear it, but I have to be inside you before we mate.”

“Oh no. How will we ever?—”

He flung me over his shoulder and raced up the stairs, dropping me on the bed. I bounced, and the mattress squeaked in protest. Wilder tore off his shirt and his nostrils flared. I shivered when his eyes darkened.

“I want you.” His husky voice sent shivers up and down my spine, and I fumbled with my zipper but my fingers were jelly.

“Help,” I bleated.

Wilder tugged at the zipper, and my pants and briefs vanished. He pushed the sweater up but didn’t remove it, and I didn’t have the will to take it off. But he yanked it off.

“Are you slick?”

Expecting him to plow into me, I opened my mouth, but I’d lost the power of speech. I nodded furiously, like a bobble head, and lowered my gaze to his hard cock that was jutting toward me.

“I need to check.”

Gods, was he going to shove his fingers up my ass? Or perhaps his tongue? The tongue. Please let it be the tongue.

Wilder rolled me onto my side and spread my cheeks. He teased my entrance, and I tensed, waiting for part of him to penetrate me. Cock, tongue, or fingers, I didn’t care, but I needed him inside me. Leaning over me, he whispered, “You are so slippery with slick, and I want to fuck you hard.”

He eased his finger in. No, two fingers, maybe three. He must have pushed into the first, no, second knuckle. I was so full as he pulled out and rammed them in.

My body jolted, and he paused, asking if I was okay. I giggled at the concern in his tone. His fingers were wedged in my ass and he was worried I was in pain or something.

“I’m not, but I will be if you don’t continue finger-fucking.”

He thrust in again, and I gripped around him, wanting to immobilize his fingers but also desperately needing him to keep doing what he was doing. In and out. The copious amounts of slick dribbled over my ass and thighs as he fucked me, and the musky aroma tickled my nostrils.

But Wilder removed his fingers, and I waited for his tongue or cock, but he slapped my thigh, the stinging sensation only increasing my desire. He rolled me onto my back and crawled between my thighs. He held one hand aloft, and the light caught the slick blanketing his fingers.

He tapped around his mouth and his lips glistened. He was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he circled his mouth. With our eyes locked on one another, he popped a finger between his lips, smearing them with yet more slick. Plunging his finger in and out, I panted in unison with him, lifting my hips and wishing it was Wilder’s cock in me.

He smacked his lips and licked them before offering me a taste of his second and third fingers. I lapped at the slick before he yanked them away, and his stiff length nudged my thigh. I raised my knees in anticipation of having his length buried in me. Pre-cum smeared over my thigh while goosebumps crawled over my skin, and I grabbed his dick and pumped it.

His eyes widened and he gasped, falling forward and placing his weight on his hands. He licked around my mouth, capturing the traces of slick, and plunged his tongue between my lips. Our tongues danced and dueled while I drew his cock to my entrance.

“Please,” I begged. “Thrust into me. Make me scream.”

Wilder tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Trust me,” he mumbled. “There will be screaming and thrusting.”

“Hurry up.”

Wilder peppered my jaw with kisses, but I wanted more. More as in a cock in me, rocking my world. Gripping him hard, I drew the tip into my hole and pushed while I adjusted to his girth. With our eyes locked, we panted, and I assumed the lust in Wilder’s eyes was reflected in mine.

“More.” He needed to penetrate and fill me, stretch my channel to accommodate his size.

He didn’t thrust or plow inside, rather he inched in, and as he did, my head fell back, and I pressed my fingers into his flesh.

“That feels so good.” With him impaled in my channel, I bucked my hips a little, encouraging him to move. I needed to be fucked and now!

He grinned, a sultry smile that created a knot of anticipation in my belly, before he withdrew and glanced at his cock. I raised my head, craning to see his length covered in slippery slick.

But he rammed inside me, and I squeaked, falling back onto the mattress and lifting my hips to receive him. As Wilder buried his dick deep inside me, he dipped his head and licked from my belly button to my throat, taking a detour to circle and swirl his tongue over my pointed nipple.

“Bite me,” I panted, wanting us to mate now.

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