Page 82 of The Last Thing
“Wilson,” she whines. Then her tiny shorts are on the floor, and I get the most perfect view. Her standing there, nakedexcept for a soft cotton thong, with the tiniest baby bump on display.
Mine. The word is a feral growl in the back of my mind.
She’s mine. I need to feel her pulsing around my cock. Need to paint her pussy with my cum over and over.Mine.
“Get on the bed.”
I toe my socks off as she climbs onto the bed, lying in the center.
Kneeling on the end of the bed, I crawl over to her, settling between her legs. Then achingly slowly, I graze my fingers up her legs, savoring the goosebumps that rise on her skin. When I get to her hips, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her thong and pull it down.
Then I’m in heaven. Shifting onto my stomach, I push her legs up, inhaling her scent as I stare at her glistening pussy.
“God, you’re perfect.”
I circle my tongue around her opening, then trail it up her center until I’m teasing her clit.
Her hands fall to my head, and she rolls her hips toward me. I reach up, giving her perky little tits a squeeze, then find her nipples and roll them between my thumbs and forefingers.
But I barely have time to play because with one more flick of my tongue, her body goes taut, and she cries out, pulling on my hair.
“Yes!”
The way she moans and cries out has me grinding against the mattress to ease the ache in my cock.
I lift my head and slide up her body, shoving my boxers down as I do. But it’s Hallie who grabs my face and pulls my lips to hers, kissing me deeply as she urges me inside her.
“Easy, Hellion.”
“No. I need to feel you inside me. But I want you to go slow. I want this to last. I’m aching, and I just need to feel you. I want you inside me for as long as possible. Please.”
“Baby, those words are going to kill me,” I rasp. “Roll on your side.”
She does it, and I lie down behind her.
Holding her steady, I push inside her, the pure pleasure in her moans igniting me as I bury myself to the hilt.
She lets out a shuddery breath once I’m fully seated inside her.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I rub her clit as I move in and out of her in short, slow strokes. Her hand snakes up and wraps around the side of my neck as I drop my lips to her neck, kissing and sucking the skin into my mouth.
It’s gentle and controlled as I draw out another orgasm from her, then do everything I can to keep from coming as well.
She whimpers when I slow my movements, rolling her hips in desperation.
“Does your greedy little clit need more?”
“Yes,” she whines.
“Stay just like that.”
I carefully roll onto my knees, so she’s still lying on her side, but I’m straddling her legs, pressed inside her sideways.
“Play with your nipples.” I stroke my thumb over her clit, then slowly thrust deeper. “How does that feel?”
“Perfect.”
Fingers digging into her hip, I move a little faster, holding on to the edge of my sanity. I come close, then pause, letting myself come back down again. I want this to last for her. I want her to be completely sated when we’re done.
