Page 46 of Made for Wilde
I roll us over in one swift movement, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes darken as I settle between her thighs, my hands capturing her wrists and pressing them into the mattress.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart,” I promise, lowering my mouth to hers.
TEN
CHARLOTTE
It’s still darkwhen I wake up and feel something warm and wet moving between my thighs.
I blink through sleep, not sure if I’m dreaming, but the pleasure is sharp and real.
“Koda?” I whisper, my voice scratchy.
Koda’s head lifts just enough for his eyes to meet mine. He squeezes my hip.
“Morning, gorgeous.”
Then his mouth dips again, and he sucks my clit between his lips. His tongue moves slowly at first, then faster. I let out a loud moan.
“Koda, oh fuck, that’s?—”
He groans, the sound vibrating through my whole body.
“You taste so good first thing in the morning. Love feeling you come apart for me.”
I grip his hair, rolling my hips, chasing the heat. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Koda chuckles, dark and hungry. “I’m not going anywhere. I want you loud.”
He keeps his mouth on me, working me until I tremble and cry out. A rush of pleasure floods me, sharp and overwhelming. I gasp his name, thighs shaking around his head as I come.
When I start to pull away, he kisses my hip, then slides up my body. His beard is rough on my stomach and his cock is hard against my thigh. I reach down, and he grins as he grabs a condom from the nightstand.
“Still want me, baby?” he murmurs, rolling it on.
I nod and hook my leg over his hip. “You know I do.”
He pushes inside, slow and deep, and we both groan. His hands pin my wrists above my head. He thrusts, his voice hot in my ear.
“You love this, don’t you? Love how deep I get, how I fill you up.”
“Yes, Koda, I love it. Please, don’t stop.”
He pounds into me, holding nothing back now.
I cry out, meeting every thrust, my body desperate for every rough, perfect inch of him.
He kisses me hard, swallowing my moans, and soon I fall apart for him again, clinging to his shoulders. He comes with a shudder, holding me so tight I almost forget the rest of the world exists. For a long time, we just lie there tangled up, the air thick with sex and something close to sadness.
As the adrenaline fades, reality settles in.
I shouldn’t have stayed.
On Saturday night, we agreed it would be just a one-time thing. A secret we’d pretend never happened.
But after the first time, we couldn’t stop.
We fell into each other for hours, over and over, like we’d waited a lifetime for this.
