Page 90 of Wild Blades

“Only you.” I gasp when he pushes in a little. Warmth flutters low in my belly, and desire sizzles, making my skin hotter than hell for him.

Eyes fixed on me, he pushes in some more and I hiss from his thick girth.

He stops. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Just give me a second. Your dick is beautiful, but it’s big.” He’s big all over and I find that so sexy. “Move, please,” I beg. “All I’ve thought about since Monday is what you’d feel like inside of me.”

His cock twitches, telling me he finds pleasure in my words.

“I want to make you feel good, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

I reach up and cup his face. I thought he would be desperate to fuck and find his release, but he’s kind and gentle with me, taking his time, which has the power to unravel me. It’s unexpected, which makes me like him even more, and if I were ten years younger, I’d most likely fall in love with him. “You’re perfect.”

That familiar flinch across his face flickers for a millisecond, meaning he doesn’t believe me.

“Now fuck me, Wade. Don’t hold back.” I cup the back of his neck.

Painfully slow, he moves again, pushing in some more before pulling back out again.

Inch by inch, his eyes never leave mine until he’s fully inside me.

His blue eyes flare as he holds himself inside of me and doesn’t move. His incredible length stretches me in pleasurable ways as he allows me time for my body to accommodate him.

Jaw loose, he drops his forehead to mine. “You feel so good.” His lips find mine, our tongues twirling round each other, and finally he begins moving again as our tongues lick and taste one another. I can’t quite believe this is finally happening and how close I feel to him.

The intense feelings I have make me feel like I’m free falling without a parachute.

He thrusts his hips with a little more intensity, driving my senses wild with desire.

I want to do this with him all the time. Nothing has ever felt this good or right. His cock igniting my spark into a blaze.

Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he scatters kisses across my jaw, his deft fingers pinch my nipple, making me whimper in pleasure.

Quicker now, he really starts to move.

Undulating his hips in waves, hell, does he know how to fuck. The head of his cock hitting my sweet spot deep inside me and I know I’m going to be screaming his name within minutes.

Grabbing my ass, he holds my leg around his waist, and I watch with fascination as his body moves in ways I could only dream of. The low light of the room highlights every sculpted line of muscle.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.” He gasps, his open mouth against mine, our hot breath dusting each other’s skin.

A wave of pleasure crashes through me, and a rush of wetness coats his cock.

“Yes, baby, fucking take me.” Digging his knees into the mattress, he picks up momentum and pistons into me, his cock hammering my G-spot, my orgasm building deep in my core.

“Wade,” I cry out. The feel of him fucking me is better than I ever could have imagined.

Changing position, he brings my legs up, placing them on either side of his head and wraps his arms around my thighs, hugging them tight, he plows into me.

All resistance gone, in this position, it’s so deep and rough… passionate, as he does all the work. My breasts bouncing from the force of his movement. His strained muscles contractingwith every movement and covered in a sheen of perspiration, his hooded eyes look down to where our bodies join.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he yells, slamming into me, making me fist the comforter between my fingers.

“So deep.” I can barely breathe, as it feels like he’s trying to push all the air out of my lungs. “Feels so good.” I clamp my ankles tighter around his neck, the tempo of his pace quickening.

Then he does the most unexpected thing. He kisses my ankle, then my foot as he hammers into me. It’s a sharp contrast; a mix of tenderness and wildness.

His hard thrusts become frenzied, digging his fingertips into the flesh of my thighs with enough strength I know will leave bruises.

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