Page 45 of Pretty Wild

But first, I need to taste her.

It’s as if my life depends on it. I’ve never felt this urgency, this frantic craze consumes me, and even though the desire is so strong I swear I’ll always feel it, I refuse to let it take control. I’m a man who prides myself on remaining in control at all times, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose it now, with Ryan.

I take in the gorgeous woman lying on my bed. Her blond hair is wild across the blue bedding, and her dress is hiked up her thighs. I can almost see a sliver of panties. But what holds my attention right now is those damn shoes. The ones with the ties running up her calves.

Placing my hands just above the ties, I gently push her legs apart. “I don’t know what kind of footwear this is, but I likethem. A lot. When you arrived, I thought of you wearing them and nothing else.”

“They’re Monika Chiang. I love these sandals,” she tells me, her eyes sparkling like chocolate diamonds. “I have them in a nude four-and-a-half-inch heel that ties about halfway up my calf.”

A groan that sounds both animalistic and painful slides from my throat. I run my hand over my face, picturing these shoes with sexy as fuck heels, and now my cock is leaking precum. “I want to see them,” I find myself saying, though it comes out husky and more like a demand.

She smiles. “I brought them with me.”

I place my palms against the inside of her calves and slowly start to move up. Her skin is so damn smooth and soft. “I want you in them one night this week.”

She nods and swallows hard.

Returning my attention to her legs and dress, I gather the material and push. Her silky thighs have me all but panting, but it’s what I find when I move the dress over her hips that has me coming out of my skin—and almost coming in my pants.

She’s bare.

No panties.

No hair.

Bare fucking pussy.

“Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes and still picturing it. I do everything I can to remain firmly grasped on whatever control I have left, which isn’t much.

“Problem?” she asks, humor laced in her question.

“You’ve been bare all night?”

She nods. “I figured panties would just get in the way,” she reasons proudly.

I run my hand over my face once more and return my focus on the gorgeous sight before me. “You’ve been naughty, not wearing panties.”

The smirk on her lips tells me she knew exactly what she was doing, what going sans panties would do to me.

“Well, you figured correctly,” I tell her, running my fingers along her thighs before gently gripping her hips.

Pointing to the dog bed in the corner, I politely, yet slightly urgently tell Buddy to, “Lie down.” He immediately does as instructed, though I can tell he doesn’t want to. He’d much rather jump up on the bed and lie with Ryan, and that’s not going to happen. At least not now.

I pull Ryan to the corner of the bed and squat. She gasps at the sudden movement and immediately places her legs around my neck. Tossing my ball cap down onto the ground, I ask, “Ready?”

She nods eagerly. Her pussy is glistening and directly in front of my face. What’s a man to do but enjoy?

I lean forward and take a long, leisurely swipe with my tongue. Her scent surrounds me, her taste consumes me. Placing my hands on the insides of her thighs, I go to town eating her pussy. My tongue flicks across her swollen clit before sliding inside her body. Her hips roll as she starts to move in rhythm with my mouth.

Ryan grinds against my face, seeking more. I catch a nice pink tint developing on her thighs, no doubt from my facial hair. I don’t have a beard, but I’ve always had scruff, and seeing the redness mar her tanned skin sends another bolt of lust straight to my groin.

Returning my mouth to her clit, I press two fingers into her pussy. She’s tight, hot, and soaking wet, and all I want is to thrust my cock inside her. But first, I need her to come on my mouth and fingers.

I turn my hand so my palm is facing up and curl my fingers along the top of her insides. I know what magical spot I’m looking for and know the moment I stroke it. Ryan cries out, her legs wrapping firmly around my head. She’s getting close to coming, just needs that little nudge over the edge.

Latching on to her clit, I suck it hard into my mouth, running my tongue across the hard nub, while burying my fingers deep inside her and massaging her G-spot. She detonates like a beautiful bomb, coming hard as she grinds against my face. I can barely hear my name falling from her lips, since her thighs are pressed firmly to the sides of my head, covering my ears. I suck and lick away every drop she gives me, ready and eager for more.

When I move my mouth, her legs fall open and I’m able to sit back on my heels. “Holy shit,” she murmurs, her voice heavy with satisfaction. “That was…wow.”

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