Page 26 of Wilder's Promise
He spreads my ass cheeks with one hand, positioning himself at my entrance with the other. The blunt head of his cock pushes against me, stretching me as he begins to enter. I gasp and brace myself against the counter as he presses forward, filling me completely.
"Fuck," I breathe, the fullness almost overwhelming. "You're so big."
He pauses, giving me time to adjust. "You okay?"
"Yes," I manage. "Don't stop."
Chapter 9 - Wilder
I've lost my goddamn mind. I must have. I'm fucking the president's daughter against the kitchen counter in the middle of a crisis. At best, Reaper will strip my patch and exile me from the club. At worst? He'll put a bullet in my head.
So why the hell can't I stop?
Because Emma Kane is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her red hair splayed across her back, sweat glistening on her flushed skin, those amber eyes half-closed in ecstasy. Her pussy grips my cock like a vise, hot and wet and perfect. I fit inside her like we were made for each other, and all I can do is thrust deeper, harder, my hips snapping against her ass in a rhythm that's driving us both crazy.
I should be thinking about the Vultures MC, about the danger, about my brothers in the field. But in this moment, all that exists is Emma. The soft sounds she makes, the way her body yields to mine, the trust she's placing in me.
My hands find her ass, squeezing the soft flesh before delivering a sharp slap that makes her gasp. I pound into her without mercy, watching as she bites down on her own hand to muffle her cries. We can't risk Evelyn or one of the prospects hearing us and coming to investigate.
But it's not enough. I want more. More risk, more surrender, more of that dangerous edge that makes everything sharper, more intense.
"Put your arms behind your back," I order, my voice rough with desire.
She complies immediately, crossing her wrists at the small of her back. I grab them with one hand, using the leverage to increasemy pace. Now she's completely at my mercy, unable to do anything but take what I give her. Her body rocks forward with each thrust, small, desperate sounds escaping her lips despite her efforts to stay quiet.
She's fucking gorgeous like this—trembling, sweating, her hair sticking to her forehead, her eyes unfocused with pleasure. She's exhausted, but I'm not done with her. Not by a long shot. If this is our only chance, our only time together before Reaper finds out and ends this, or ends me, I'm going to make it count.
"Rex," she moans, glancing back over her shoulder. "I can't. It's too much. I've never..." A tear slips down her cheek, but her face is twisted in pleasure, not pain. "I've never felt like this before. Never been so close with someone else."
Pride and something deeper surge through me. "Cum on my cock, Emma," I tell her. "Let me feel you."
Her eyes widen at the command. She begins to move against me, pushing back to meet my thrusts, desperate for release. She's sin incarnate, a temptation I couldn't resist if I tried. Her pussy clenches around me as her orgasm builds, her eyes rolling back as it finally crashes over her.
I step back slightly, gripping her thick thighs to steady her as I continue fucking her through her climax. The pain in my bandaged arm flares, but I ignore it. This moment is about showing her who I am—a man who doesn't quit, who can't be broken, who will do whatever it takes to please her and keep her safe.
I thrust relentlessly, my shirt plastered to my chest with sweat, my breathing harsh in the quiet kitchen. She turns to look at me again, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Finish inside me, Rex," she whispers, her voice trembling and seductive. "Claim me. Show me that whatever happens next, we've got each other."
Something breaks loose inside me at her words. I release her arms, gripping her hips instead as I drive into her with renewed intensity. A few more powerful thrusts and I'm gone, spilling deep inside her with a muffled groan, my release seeming to go on forever.
When I finally pull out, I step back to admire the sight of my cum leaking from her pussy, trailing down her inner thighs. Reality crashes back in as I watch it drip onto the kitchen floor. Holy shit. I just came inside Reaper Kane's daughter. The absurdity of the situation hits me like a freight train.
A month ago, I punched my childhood best friend Jack for dating my sister Maya, warning him to treat her right or answer to me. Now I'm the one in a forbidden relationship, risking everything for a woman I've known less than a day. I understand now how Jack must have felt—terrified but certain, afraid of the consequences but unable to walk away.
Emma turns to face me, her pussy still glistening with our combined fluids. "Are you okay?" she asks, concern in her eyes.
I run a hand through my sweat-dampened hair and let out a soft laugh. "I'm fantastic. You were incredible."
She smiles, a hint of shyness breaking through her confidence. "You deserved it."
I pull my pants up, securing them as best I can without my belt.
"As amazing as that was," I tell her, "I need you to know this isn't just about sex for me. There's something between us, Emma. Something real. Something worth pursuing, even if you're heading back to college after all this."
She tugs her panties and jeans back up, fastening them before stepping closer to me. "I never thought anything—or anyone—would make me question my life choices," she admits. "But you're making it hard not to. I don't want to give up on my dream, but I don't want to give up on you either... on what we could be."
"I would never ask you to abandon your dreams," I tell her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You can have both."
