Page 61 of Made for Wilde
“Do it.” His thumb pushes deeper as his thrusts become more erratic. “Fucking let go, Charlotte. Now.”
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.
A scream tears from my throat as pleasure crashes through me.
And then something new happens.
A rush of liquid gushes from me, soaking the sheets beneath us, running down my thighs.
“Holy fuck.” Koda sounds awed, his pace faltering for just a moment. “You’re squirting. Fuck, that’s so hot.”
The realization of what’s happening only intensifies my pleasure. Wave after wave rolls through me as Koda continues to pound into me. He’s relentless, drawing out my orgasm until I’m sobbing his name, begging for mercy and more at the same time.
“Going to fill you up.” His voice is ragged, desperate. “Going to come so deep inside this perfect pussy.”
His rhythm breaks, his thrusts becoming wild and frantic. With a guttural roar, he slams into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside me.
The sensation of his hot seed flooding me triggers another wave of pleasure, smaller but no less intense. My body milks him, my inner walls clenching around his length as we both shudder through the aftershocks. Then we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. For a long moment, neither of us moves, too spent to do anything but breathe. His heart thunders against my back, gradually slowing as he recovers.
Finally, Koda rolls to his side and brings me with him so we’re spooned together, his arms wrapped around me. His lips press against my shoulder, soft and tender compared to the roughness of moments before.
“Wow,” I gasp, still trying to catch my breath. “That was... unexpected.”
Koda stiffens behind me, his arm tightening around my waist.
“Unexpected?” His voice has an edge of concern. “Good unexpected? Or bad unexpected?”
I turn in his arms to face him, pressing my palm against his bearded cheek.
“Good unexpected. Amazing unexpected.” I smile, tracing my thumb along his jawline. “I’ve never squirted before.”
Relief washes over his face, softening the hard lines around his eyes. He captures my hand and presses a kiss to my palm.
“You’re full of surprises, Charlotte Palmer.”
I bask in the warmth of his gaze for a moment before reality comes crashing back. The high from our passionate reunion begins to fade, replaced by the same doubts that have been haunting me all week. I pull my hand away and sit up.
Koda props himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes searching my face. “What’s wrong?”
I take a deep breath. “We can’t keep doing this, Koda.”
“Doing what?”
“This.” I gesture between us. “My heart can’t take all this back and forth. One minute we’re saying goodbye forever, the next you’re at my door and we’re... doing this.” I gesture at our naked bodies. “What happened to our plan? To staying away from each other?”
Koda frowns. “I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean, you can’t do it?”
“I mean, I can’t stay away from you.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I tried, baby. I really fucking tried. I told myself all the reasons this is wrong. Your age, your dad, my past. None of it matters. I can’t stop wanting you.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. “Koda…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” His large hand cups my face. “All you need to do is know that you’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m not letting you go.”
A shiver runs through me at his words. I should be offended by his possessiveness, but instead, heat pools low in my belly. There’s something primal and thrilling about the way he claims me, like I’m precious and essential.
“I don’t want to sneak around anymore,” he continues, his thumb stroking my cheek. “I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want you.”
