Page 46 of Pretty Wild

I can’t help but smile. What man doesn’t want to hear those kinds of accolades?

Standing up, my eyes scan her flushed cheeks, her wild hair, and the smooth, set skin of her pussy. Her legs are still spread, hanging open, and all I can think about is what’s to come. “You okay there?” I ask, reaching behind my neck and pulling my T-shirt off.

Her eyes pop open, drinking in my chest. I don’t work out regularly, but thanks to a very physically demanding job, I keep in shape. Her eyes take in my ink, and I can’t tell if she’s intrigued or repulsed. I don’t have a lot, but my chest holds a couple pieces in memory of my grandparents.

But they’re the last people I want to think about right now.

I only want Ryan on my mind.

When I reach for the fly of my jeans, her eyes follow my movement. She licks her lips as I lower the zipper. I can practically feel her gaze in my balls. They’re heavy with need and craving release. Pushing my jeans and boxers over my hips, Irealize my issue as soon as the clothes reach my knees. Quickly, I do what I can to unlace my boots, and thanks to the bunched-up material halfway down my legs, it’s difficult.

Fortunately, my attention is drawn elsewhere.

Ryan reaches between her legs and starts rubbing her clit. All I want to do is lean forward and bury my face in her sweetness all over again. “You got that, Marcus?” she asks, her eyes dancing with humor, as I blindly try to unlace my boots.

“Yep. Got it.” I don’t have it, but I will. I don’t care if I have to rip my own foot off to get these damn pants off, I will do it.

When I finally remove my boots, pants, and boxers, I bend down, placing both hands on the bed, and press my mouth to hers. “That wasn’t very nice. You were trying to distract me.”

She giggles, reaching around and gripping my ass in her hands. “Sorry?”

I snort and stand back up, heading to the nightstand for a condom. “You don’t sound very sorry. For that, I might have to spank you.”

Her eyes widen and dilate, and I’m not sure if she’s turned on or shocked. Probably both. “Y-you wouldn’t,” she sputters.

Spanking really hasn’t been my thing in the past, but the thought of seeing her pink ass in the air, my handprint on the round globe, has me harder than I’ve ever been. “I think I would, Princess. On your knees.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

Ryan flips around onto her hands and knees, but I realize she’s still wearing the dress. I push it up, helping remove what’s covering her abdomen. The moment it’s over her head, she returns her palms to the mattress and glances back at me. Her bare breasts hang, and even though I long to suck her nipples into my mouth, there’s something else I need more.

The most beautiful woman in the world is primed and ready for me, looking like every man’s wet dream right now.

“You can still stop this,” I say without touching her.

“I’m not stopping anything, so suit up, buster.”

Ripping open the package, I quickly cover myself with latex. I run my hands up her thighs, squeezing her ass. “Ready?”

“So ready,” she groans, drawing out those two words as she waits.

Taking my position behind her, I line myself up at her entrance. I drink in the sight of her, hearing the heavy pants of her breath and mine. Her ass is right there, and I know what I have to do. I bring my hand down onto her skin, the crack of the contact echoing through the room. Before she can respond, I thrust forward, filling her in one long stroke.

Her gasp turns to a groan. She’s so tight, I have to grapple for every ounce of control I possess. Fully seated inside her, I hold still so she can adjust to the invasion. I run my palm over the smarted skin, cupping her ass, as she pushes back against me.

“More,” she begs, arching her back.

I give her exactly what she wants.

What webothwant.

My grip on her hips tightens, and I pull back until it’s just the head of my cock still inside her body. Then, I thrust forward once more, rolling my hips and repeating the movement at a quickened pace. It’s not frantic, but there’s definitely an urgency. She meets me halfway, pushing back against me and taking everything I give.

Ryan arches her back and I almost lose it, but I refuse to come first.

I let my body move, driving us both toward release. My hands grip her hips as I thrust, but I eventually shift my right hand to cup her ass. The globe fits perfectly in my hand, which is tingling as we speak. I lift it up and bring it down firmly on her smooth skin. The slap echoes through my bedroom as she yelps.Instantly, I feel her pussy clench my cock. I sooth the smarted skin with my palm and continue to rock my hips.

“You liked that.” It wasn’t a question. I felt her reaction around my dick.

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