Page 42 of Pretty Lethal
Wilder grabs her attention by grasping her chin and forcing her to focus on us. “No one else has taken your ass?” he asks, and when I glance up, I notice a hint of vulnerability behind his rough tone.
“Only you,” she pants.
“And now me.” I smirk at Wilder over her shoulder as I line my dick up with the tight ring of muscle and slowly push my way inside.
As slick heat slides over the head and her muscles immediately clamp down on me, I come seriously fucking close to blowing my load right there and then.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good,” I coo, rubbing circles along her spine as I continue to ease myself inside. “You should see how fucking hot you look taking me. It feels fucking incredible.”
“It does,” she agrees, her voice strained. “So good. I’m already so close.”
“Not yet, Angel,” Wilder chastises. “Not until we’re both inside, filling you so full you feel like you’re going to burst apart at the seams.”
Emilia whimpers, and while Wilder distracts her with a kiss, I push the last couple of inches until I’m fully seated inside her.
Fuck, this must be heaven becausenothingelse could feel this good.
I have to wrangle myself under control, every testosterone-fueled part of me going crazy in its need to slam into her repeatedly until we’re both screaming our releases.
Instead, I manage to hold still as Wilder fills her too. I can feel his dick sliding against mine through the thin membrane separating us. Emilia is the only girl the two of us have shared, and I’d forgotten how the extra pressure only makes the need to come that much more unbearable.
With a nod of acknowledgement, we begin to move, the sensations overwhelming everything else as sparks race along my spine. Everything inside of me draws tight, desperate to coat the inside of her walls and claim her ass as mine.
“Oh, fuck,” Wilder curses under his breath, sounding just as out of it as I am, while Emilia mewls and whimpers, spasming around us uncontrollably as she nears her orgasm.
“Fuck, Angel, so tight. So good. So fucking incredible,” Wilder hisses between clenched teeth, gaze riveted on where his hard length disappears into her tight cunt as he thrusts harshly into her.
“I’m going to come,” Emilia warns. The second she does, I stop, my dick buried fully inside her. Blinking out of his daze, Wilder stops too, looking at me with confusion.
Emilia whimpers in protest, sagging against me.
“Do you think you deserve to come after disobeying me?” I growl in her ear. “Girls who put themselves in danger by going to the library in the middle of the night alone don’t deserve orgasms,” I tell her.
“You did what?” Wilder hisses angrily, glaring at Emilia.
“I was just looking for answers,” she pleads.
Meeting Wilder’s lust-blown, angry eyes, I give him a silent signal. We both begin to move, pushing Emilia up that cliff again until she’s leaning precariously over the edge. When we again feel her clenching around us on the verge of falling apart, we stop, and she cries out a protest.
“I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry.”
“Hmm, is that apology good enough?” I ask Wilder.
“I don’t think so.”
“No. Please. Please. I need to come. I need to come so badly. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ve learned my lesson. No going off alone.”
Another silent conversation passes between us and we begin moving once again. As Emilia draws closer, her breaths coming in spurts as she digs her nails into Wilder’s biceps, her words are muttered pleas. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m right there. Please don’t stop.”
Honestly, I don’t think I could stop if I tried, and based on the deep furrow between Wilder’s brows, he feels the same. The two of us fuck her with everything we have as she goes tumbling over the edge, screaming our names, and with another hard thrust, I let go and follow after her, listening as Wilder follows too.
Out of breath, we collapse in a heap on the bed.
“Ugh. I’m so hungover. I need another four hours of sleep,” Wilder mumbles as he rearranges Emilia against him and falls back asleep.
I have to admit, I agree. I could definitely do with another hour of sleep to chase away the lingering headache that has started anew.
However, Emilia isn’t having any of it. “Nuh-uh. We gotta go. I found stuff. I sat up all night reading it, but we need to show it to Kai.” She’s already wriggling her way out from between us while Wilder curses colorfully.
