Page 162 of Wild Card

She reads my thoughts, arching up and giving me access to her tits. My tongue circles her tight nipple, teasing until she’s trembling. Without warning, I suck it into my mouth. She yells my name, but it’s a mutter compared to the roaring in my ears.

Fuck if this woman doesn’t drive me insane.

Having her naked, in my arms, with my dick buried inside her isn’t enough. Raw, savage, unrestrained need sears through my system.

I drive faster, her whimpers fueling me on. I move to her nipple, running my cheeks over the soft flesh, marking her with my stubble. Her cries grow louder when I suck harder.

Pain pricks my shoulders where her nails scrape and she struggles to hold on. Her head hits the wall as she gives in.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her skin damp and glistening. My eyes drift to where we’re connected and the brute inside me snaps.

Possession, obsession, infatuation, it all mixes together. “Can you take more?”

“Please.” Her walls clench tighter.

I angle her hips and slam into her over and over. Her tits bounce with each thrust, taunting me, and threatening my self-control.

“Tell me, baby. Let me hear it when I’m fucking deep inside you.”

Her eyes fly open, burning into me. “I’m?—”

I flick her clit then caress it, knowing she’s about to come apart.

“…yours!” she shouts, the words pushing me over.

My dick swells and pulses as I explode inside her.

I keep playing with her clit until she’s shuddering. Her pussy convulses, milking me of everything I have.

Our hearts beat in sync against my chest as she drops her head to my shoulder.

I kiss along her collarbone until her breathing evens out.

“I really needed that,” she rasps. “It was a weird day.”

I hold back my laugh. Apparently, discovering her brother and best friend are fucking worked out in my favor. But I’m smart enough to keep it to myself.

“We have all night. Use me however you want.”

She smiles against my skin. “Such a team player.”

“Baby, you just dropped down on my dick, taking me in one shot with your pussy gripping me like your life depended on it. So drenched and hot I fucked you against a wall. No hardship in that.”

Her chest vibrates with a small giggle. “Wall sex is awesome. We’ll add it to my list of Talon Simms’ many talents.”

The greedy beast inside comes back alive, and I swivel my hips, earning a moan.

“How do you do that?”

“Did you hear the part about being drenched for me? Now you’re filled with my cum and still gripping my cock.”

“Maybe we should take this to the shower. You mentioned something about devouring me. I may need a taste, too.”

Fuck, this woman was made for me. I pull out, adjusting my shorts, and keep her in my arms.

Her phone rings from the couch and she shakes her head. “Not answering it.”

“Good call.”

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