Page 47 of Pretty Wild

“I didn’t hate it,” she whispers between pants.

She drops to her elbows, her ass pointed directly at me. My handprint is visible against the tanned flesh, and all I want to do is mark her again. I won’t—at least not right now.

My balls draw up as the familiar tingle erupts at the base of my spine. I’m going to come, which means I need to get her there. Now.

I roll my hips and reach between her legs. Gliding my fingers across her clit, I feel her entire body tense. “Oh, fuck,” she groans, pushing back and taking my cock harder.

“Come on my dick, Princess. I want to feel it,” I demand, sweat starting to drip down my forehead. “That’s it. I feel how close you are. Squeeze my cock with your pussy.”

And she does. With a firm finger brushing over her hard clit and my cock buried deep inside her, she comes hard, crying out as her release rocks her to the core. “Marcus,” she says with a gasp, riding the waves.

I follow suit, pushing myself as deep into her body as I can and stilling, coming with an intensity I haven’t experienced in a long damn time. My orgasm seems to drag on and on, my body drawing every ounce of pleasure it can get from her body.

When the spasms finally subside, I drape myself over her back and kiss her bare shoulder. “Jesus,” I whisper harshly, trying to catch my breath.

“That was…wow,” she confirms.

Even though I don’t want to, I pull out of her body and reach for the condom. I move to the bathroom to dispose of the used protection and clean up a bit. I definitely need a shower, but maybe we can hit that together after round two.

Smiling, I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water. When I return to the bedroom, I stop in my tracks and stare at the woman before me. She’s slipping back on her dress, clearly preparing to leave.

“I, uh, brought you this,” I say lamely, holding out the washcloth.

“Oh, thanks,” she replies with a quick smile. “I’m just gonna head back to my cabin. I can shower when I get there.”

I’m struck completely speechless. She’s leaving? Before I have a chance to? I almost don’t know what to do with that information. I don’t think that’s ever happened before. Usually, I’m the first one to start dressing and get on the road to home.

Before I have a chance to invite her to shower with me, she gives me a happy little satisfied grin as she approaches where I stand. “Thanks for everything, Marcus.”

My brain is still slow on the response, because all I say is, “Yeah.”

Going up on her tiptoes, she places a soft kiss against my lips. I’m a millisecond away from throwing her over my shoulder and carting her back to my bed when she pulls away. She gives me a wink and walks away from where I stand, rooted in my spot.

“See you around,” she says, waving her little fingers and heading for my stairs.

I watch her blond hair bounce until she’s out of sight completely. If I could get my feet to move, I’d go after her, but they seem a little leaden right now, as if they’ve recently been encased in concrete.

The front door opens and closes, leaving me still trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

I’ll tell you what happened. That was some of the best sex ever, and she just got up and walked away after. And it was completely unexpected. Never in all the years I’ve been sleeping with women has one ever turned the tables on me like that. It’s alittle heady and makes me smile. The sexy vixen bested me when I least expected it.

Tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket and knowing I eventually need to go downstairs to let Buddy out one last time for the night and to make sure the house is locked up; I crawl onto the bed. Her scent hangs heavy in the air and on my bedding, and I don’t hate it. I lie here, replaying our night together, and smile.

Ryan Marcotte is nothing like I expected.

And it’s the memories of what we shared that accompanies me when I finally fall asleep later in the evening.

15

RYAN

I’m all smiles as I stretch once more in the kitchen. My body is deliciously sore in the best way possible. The kind of sore only good sex can provide. Well, that’s an assumption, because I’ve never felt this achy after having sex before, and after sleeping with Marcus, I can safely say I’ve never had good sex before either.

Being with him was…wow.

I slept better than ever before. Like a baby. Or a woman who was royally sexed up from head to toe, her vagina thoroughly stretched and filled. And that was after being eaten to orgasm, which is another thing I’ve been lacking in my life. It’s something I love, but Vaughn just wasn’t a fan, so he rarely did it.

The fucker.

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