Page 117 of Wild Card

I lick up his length, circling the tip and toying with the metal. His hands grip the sheets. “Willow, you can’t…”

I close my eyes, ignoring his protests about my brother’s stupid instructions. Two nights in bed with Talon, resisting every impulse to jump him has taken its toll.

Desire and need kick in as I explore every inch of him with my tongue, memorizing the velvety smooth feel of his skin against the rock-hard length. I swallow him, humming in appreciation at the way he lurches.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Goddammit, Willow, you have to stop.”

I change up my course, kneeling up and curling my hand around the base of his cock and scaling my nails underneath.

“Jesus.” His hand fists my hair as his hips thrust upward.

I lose myself in the movements, welcoming the taste of him and the sounds filling the room.

He tries to pull me up and I resist, moving up and down, increasing my suction, and daring to open my eyes.

My heart skips a beat. The man staring down at me is on the brink of losing it.

The intense glow in his gaze, the hard angles of his jawline, the strain in his throat—all because of me.

Power surges through my system.

“Princess, I’m close, sofucking close.Come here.”

His warning is useless. There’s no stopping me now.

I repeat the movements from earlier, the ache in my body growing with each grunt as he holds back.

My nails move lower to caress his balls. His hold on my hair tightens. His cock thickens and vibrates, giving me one last warning before he explodes, calling my name with an animalist groan.

I swallow greedily, my knees shaking while I release him and kiss my way back up his length.

In a flash second, I’m on my back and he’s between my legs. “Please, God, tell me you’re ready.”

His fingers slide inside me easily and I purr at the sensation. “So, so, soooooo ready.”

He slams into me in one thrust and my body arches to accept him.

“Fuck me… fucking gorgeous, sweet, sexy, and sucks my dick like it was made only for her. Thought I felt heaven the first time I slid inside you, Princess. But having your mouth was a close second.”

He slows his strokes, leaning in to brace on his elbows. “A few more hours was all I had to wait. Then you woke up and decided to blow my plans to shit.”

“I had a craving.”

“That craving why you rubbed your ass against my cock this morning?”

“It’s your fault. You shouldn’t sleep naked if you don’t want to be attacked by horny girlfriends.”

He swivels his hips, hitting me in the perfect spot. “My girl feeling needy?”

“Yes!” I cry out, rocking to him.

“Gotta say, didn’t know where your head was at when you woke up and started roving.”

“You were asleep.”

“Not even close, felt your heart rate speed and waited to see what you had in store.”

Now I’m even more convinced he doesn’t sleep. “You were faking?”

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