Page 39 of Wild Life

She licked her lips as she followed my movement, and I imagined those wet lips where my hand was.

“Can I touch you?”

I didn’t hesitate to nod.

Her fingers went to my leg, skating up my firm thighs. Her touch was feather soft. It moved up under my cloth and grazed my testicles. She gave them a gentle squeeze. My breath was uneven, and heat flushed my stomach.

“Your cloth is wet,” she hummed, playing with my sac.

I was far too aware of the moisture from how the fabric clung to my engorged flesh.

Her thin fingers undid the knots at my waist with strong determination.

The drenched fabric fell to the ground with a softthud.

I wondered what she thought of me. Did she hate how I looked? I’d bet that to her, I was an animal since she was used to seeing humans dressed in clothes.

Her sight roamed over my length, aimed straight for her like an arrow at its target. It was telling me: “That’s the one I want.”

Did she want it the same way? Did she want me? I was too innocent for a woman of her experience. Surely, I’d just disappoint her.

She traced a line from my base to the tip with her finger, as if measuring me.

A sigh, almost like a whimper, escaped her. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re huge.”

Her appreciation nourished me, boosting my confidence.

I did lookhugein her small grasp. She stroked me with the perfect amount of pressure only once, before I reached for her waist for balance.

She did it again, and I let out a harsh groan.

“Am I hurting you?” she asked. Now she was the one worried about me, when before, I had been afraid that her moaning had meant I was causing her harm.

My tongue thickened in my mouth, and even if I could have responded to her, I wouldn’t have been able to speak.

I shook my head.

She smiled and swiped her finger over the tip, disturbing the bead of fluid that had accumulated there and robbing me of breath.

“Has anyone ever done this to you?”

Never.I hadn’t known what I’d been missing—how good it could be when someone else touched me. I would die if she didn’t do it again.

Over and over again, she pumped me hard. I let out a husky grunt.

“I know you can’t speak, but I love to hear your sounds. They’re so sexy.”

Sexy?This must have been a dream. There was no way this attractive woman was calling me sexy. She must have had her pick of any man where she was from, yet she was enthralled with me. No, this couldn’t have been real, but I didn’t want the fantasy to end.

She worked faster, eliciting more noises from me. It was hard to stay upright with how voraciously she rubbed. My lids fell and I threw my head back, relishing her touch.

Then, suddenly, I was encased by something warm and wet. I snapped my head down to find her on her knees before me. Her mouth was around my cock, her cheeks hollowed in, constricting me. Her hand was at the base, guiding me onto her tongue.

Fuck.My body was electrified, as if I had been dead all these years and she had zapped me to life. How could I ever come back from this?

Her head bobbed back and forth, taking in more of me with each pass.

How big was her damn mouth? How far could I reach inside of there? I felt the back of her throat with my tip, and I gripped her head, holding her in place. She choked around me, squeezing me tighter, her cough vibrating through my erection.

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