Page 140 of Wildest Forever

His fingers continue gliding down my body and slip between my legs as he teases them at my wet opening.

“I want to taste you,” I whisper as I watch him work my body up, two fingers slipping into me with ease and my lips pop a perfect ‘o’.

“Not yet... tonight is all about you.”

I tremble beneath his touch, his eyes falling between our bodies.

“So desperate to taste you again,” his voice tight, “but I am even more desperate to fuck you,” and his crass words have me moaning, my cheeks turning red.

Pulling his fingers from me, he brings them to his mouth and slips them in as he sucks on them, groaning. Clenching my pussy, he smirks.

“Does that turn you on baby,” he asks, and I find myself nodding, blushing once again.“Don't blush Sunflower, it's such a turn on,” he admits as he kneels back and fists his hand into his boxers, pushing them down his thick thighs and my eyes bug from my head.

Thick.

So thick.

And big.

My mouth dries and I try to close my legs, but he shakes his head from side to side.

“It won't fit,” I look down at myself then back at him and he chuckles softly.

“I'll make it fit,” his voice is low, and my nipples harden, my skin dusting in goosebumps.

His boxers are being tossed from the bed, his hands on my knees as he pushes my legs wide and his fingers are slipping into my pussy. My moans vibrate through me, as his other hand wraps around his cock, pumping up and down.

Fuck. That's hot.

Rocking his hips forward, he rubs the thick head of his cock over my clit, my lips parting as my breaths fall heavier, my chest rising and falling as I watch.

“Fuck, you're so perfect,” he groans, head tilting back and I watch as his throat bobs.

The familiar feeling builds inside of me, and I know that an orgasm is building.

“I'm getting close,” I managed to squeeze out, my eyes transfixed on watching him pleasure himself and me at the same time, the head of his cock still rubbing my clit.

“Me too baby, I am so turned on,” he admits, his lazy stare finding mine and this feels intimate. I want to tear my eyes away but I can't.

His fingers slip out of me, and I find myself wincing slightly. Gripping onto my hips, he pulls me down closer to him and repositions himself, his fingers locked around his cock as he edges forward. My heart drums in my chest and as much as anxiety swirls deep inside of me, excitement licks the feeling away.

He freezes in an instant.

“Fuck,” he falls back to his knees, and I panic, pushing up onto my elbows.

“What? Have I done something wrong?”

“Oh god, no baby, no no no,” he soothes but he looks defeated. He sighs looking away. “I don't have a condom,” and my brows furrow, disappointment surging through me.

“We don't need one...” I finally say after moments of silence.

“Baby...” he cocks his head as he looks at me. “You're not on the pill...”

“I don't care.” I admit, and I know I sound needy but I don't care.

At all.

“Baby,” he says again... trailing off and I can see he is fighting with himself.

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