Page 69 of Wild For You

Chapter Nineteen

Cash

Abalmy breezeis blowing across our skin, barely cooling the heat coursing through my veins ever since Erin’s arrival. We’re sitting on the veranda, her shapely thigh brushing mine, her mouth ready and ripe for me.

She knows I want her—I’ve never made a secret out of it. Now, she’s finally letting me have her.

It’s only a matter of minutes until I’ll be inside her, savoring her touch, her body. Even though my cock’s already hard for her, I can’t rush this. I want her to tremble with anticipation, to come even before I’ve buried myself deep inside her.

“Erin.” My voice is a deep rumble, conveying my need for her.

For a second, she stops breathing, her gaze focused on my mouth as I lean over her, forcing her to settle back on the lounge chair.

My hands settle on her knees, squeezing her dress up her thighs to reveal the soft, milky skin.

“Cash.” Her voice is barely louder than a whimper, begging me—but not to stop. She’s urging me on, fidgeting with my belt, eager to speed things along. Her gaze is glued to the strain of my cock. The tip of her tongue flicks over her lips like she’s desperate, hungry for it. Under different circumstances, I’d let her suck me into her gorgeous mouth, but I want to make this time about her.

I want to make it all about her pleasure. I want to hear my name on her lips as she comes again and again.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” I push her hands aside and kneel beside her, ignoring the pain shooting through my leg. It’s not as bad as it used to be, though. Therapy has made everything more bearable. I’m making progress, and she’s the one who’s gotten me so far.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her to the edge of the lounge chair and hook my fingers under her panties. She doesn’t protest as I remove them and spread her thighs wide open.

She’s already wet for me, her pussy glistening with moisture, sweet and inviting.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you.” I rub my finger up and down her slit, spreading her arousal from her clit to her entrance. Her scent reaches my nostrils, and I growl with need. Eager to taste her, I trail my tongue up one inner thigh, then another, then proceed to suck her little nub of pleasure into my mouth. Her back arches and her hips rise, pressing her hot pussy against my willing mouth.

“Hmmm,” I moan and lap at her entrance, licking her moisture like it’s the most delicious aphrodisiac.

“Cash, yes. Oh, God.” Her whimper breaks, and she clenches her fingers in my hair, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

“Don’t hold back,” I command and dive my tongue all along her pussy, sucking and licking from back to front. She groans, and I begin to circle her clit in response, my fingers joining in the fun, forcing her to the edge.

Her body’s responding, her hips rocking with each thrust of my fingers, writhing across the lounge chair, opening her pussy for me.

She’s so close to coming, I can taste it in the juices gushing out of her and the whimper rocking her chest. Every time she nears the edge, I pull back a little, ignoring her tiny protests, driving her crazy with want.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please, what?” I ask, curling my fingers inside her so the pad presses against the front wall of her pussy.

“Please, fuck me.”

“I very much intend to do that, sweetheart,” I growl and lick harder until I can feel the waves of pleasure rocking her thighs and abdomen. She fists her hands in my hair, pulling me closer, and then she comes.

My mouth is still on her pussy as I gaze at the beautiful woman splayed before me. Her eyes are closed, her lids fluttering, her lips parted. Her pussy clenches around my fingers a moment before she’s carried over the edge into a shuddering orgasm with my name dripping from her lips.

I don’t let go of her until she’s come twice and her body’s shaking with the force of it. When she’s stopped trembling, I pull my fingers out of her and push up to my feet, squeezing out of my shirt and jeans.

My cock jumps to life, all ten inches of it hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Erin’s eyes fly open, and her gaze settles on my cock. For a moment, panic shoots across her face. I’m big, but I know how to use my tool to get the most pleasure out of it without inflicting discomfort.

Leaning over her, I pull her mouth into a deep kiss, hard and soft at once, both desperate and possessive. My weight is pinning her down as my mouth claims her mouth mercilessly over and over again, until my head is swimming with her taste, her scent, everything about her. I could do this all day, every day. But my cock is thick and rock hard, asking to take what it claimed the moment it saw her.

Lifting her naked leg, I pull it around my waist and settle between her willing thighs. Her pussy’s coated with need, grinding against my length.

I trail my tongue up to her ear and nip at the sensitive spot. She gasps softly, and when she opens her mouth in response, I intertwine my tongue with hers, one hand dipping down to her secret spot where our bodies will soon merge as one.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper and push two fingers into her channel to spread her natural lube. “And smoking hot. Anyone ever tell you that.”

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