Page 64 of Wanting the Winger

I take a step back and slide my sleep shorts down, my underwear going down, too.Bash’s lips part and he scrambles out of his boxers like his life depends on it.

I’ve never felt so powerful.He’s on his knees for me in every way right now.

“Remember what I said I wanted,” I say softly.

“Yes.But I love you, Lane.Whatever I say in this bed, I want you to know up front that I fucking love you so much I can hardly breathe.”

I nod, my heart bursting with happiness.“I love you, too, Bash.And I’m on birth control.So as long as you don’t have?—”

“I don’t.I get tested every four weeks by the team doctor.”

He gets out of bed, putting his hands on my waist.His gaze is wolfish, making me feel like prey.I love it.

“Good girls don’t tease.Are you teasing me, Delaney?”

“No.”My core clenches with arousal.“Yes.Am I?”

“Yes.”

He weighs one of my breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing over my nipple.“You want these sucked, don’t you?”

“Yes.”It’s not just my face but my whole body that flushes.

His gaze tracks down.“That orange hair on your cunt is sexy as fuck.Don’t ever shave it.”

Oh God.I’m dead.Bash just killed me by saying the wordcunt.

He brushes his thumb over my curls, lightly running the tip of his thumb down my slit.I look away, overwhelmed by sensation, but he tips my chin back up so we’re eye to eye.

“I’m gonna fill this sweet cunt up.Stretch it out and fuck it hard.”

I moan softly.

“But first, you’re gonna get on your knees for me.”

He wraps a hand around his cock, his order coming out in a rasp.I drop to the floor on my knees, my nipples pebbled.This is more incredible than any fantasy I’ve ever had.

The corners of his lips tilt up as he rakes his fingers into my hair, guiding my head toward his large, thick erection.When I slide my lips over his head, he groans.

“Such a good girl.You’re a hungry little whore, aren’t you?”

I hum my enthusiastic agreement.

“Hungry for my cock.Desperate for my cum.”

I take as much of him as I can, my hand wrapped around the base of his cock.After about a minute, he pulls back, reaching down to help me up.

He gets in bed, stretching out on his back.His heated gaze rakes up and down my body.

“Ride my cock.I want to watch you get your little cunt off.I want the sweet, innocent woman I love to show me what a dirty little slut she really is.”

“Bash, I’ve never...done that.”I tuck my hair behind my ear, self-conscious.

“Even better.Come on, I know you want it.”

I do.I really, really do, but I don’t want to mess it up.I walk over to the side of the bed and put a knee on it.Bash, propped up on his elbows, nods toward his gleaming erection, pointing straight up at the ceiling.

“Don’t make me wait.I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

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