Page 60 of Made for Wilde
Then he lays me down and steps back just long enough to shove his jeans and boxers down his legs before kicking them away. Now he’s completely naked, his enormous cock jutting out proudly from a nest of dark hair, the muscles in his thighs and stomach taut with restraint.
“Look at you.” His eyes devour me, moving over my bare breasts and down to the tiny shorts that are the only thing I’m still wearing. “So fucking beautiful.”
He grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach in one smooth motion. His large hands slide up the backs of my thighs, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. He pulls them down slowly, a groan rumbling from his chest as my bare ass is revealed.
“Perfect.” His palm slides over one cheek, squeezing possessively. “Fucking perfect.”
I feel exposed, vulnerable in this position, but the hunger in his voice makes me feel powerful, too. I arch my ass up in invitation. His palm comes down with a sharp smack that makes me gasp.
“Koda, please.” I’m not above begging. Not when I’ve been aching for this all week.
He positions me so I’m on my knees with my ass in the air and my upper body pressed to the mattress. Then he brushes his thumb across my slit and makes me whimper.
“Already so wet for me.” His voice is tight with restraint. “I can feel how much you want it.”
I hear the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper and turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“No. I want to feel you this time. Bare.”
His pupils blow wide with lust. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I’ve never been more sure of anything. “I got the birth control shot a few months ago. I want to feel you come inside me.”
A low, animal sound escapes him.
I hear the condom wrapper drop to the floor. Then Koda positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. One large hand splays across my lower back, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
“Mine,” he growls as he pushes forward, stretching me wide. “You’re fucking mine, Charlotte.”
The sensation of him entering me bare is overwhelming. I can feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his cock as he pushes deeper. He’s so thick, so hard, filling me completely until I’m gasping into the sheets.
“Fuck.” His voice is strained. “So tight. So perfect.”
When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses, giving me time to adjust. His hand strokes down my spine, soothing and possessive at once. Then he begins to move, slowly at first, long deep strokes that make me moan with each thrust.
“That’s it, baby.” His pace quickens, hips snapping forward with more force. “Take my cock. Take all of it.”
The new angle hits spots inside me that make stars explode behind my eyelids. I push back against him, meeting each thrust, desperate for more. His hands grip my ass, spreading me wider, and then I feel something new.
His thumb circling the tight pucker of my back entrance.
“Oh!” I gasp, shocked by how good it feels.
His thumb presses more firmly, not entering but applying steady pressure. “You like that? You like me touching you here?”
I should feel embarrassed, but all I feel is desperate need.
“Yes. Please, Koda.”
His thumb continues its gentle exploration while his cock pounds into me, each thrust harder than the last. When the pad of his thumb finally breaches me, just slightly, just enough to send a new wave of sensation racing through my body, I nearly scream.
“That’s it.” His voice is pure gravel now. “Take it, baby. Take my cock, take my thumb. Show me how much you want it.”
The dual sensations are overwhelming.
His thick length filling my pussy, his thumb pressing into my ass, creating a fullness I’ve never experienced before. My entire body tightens, and I feel pressure building low in my belly, more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever felt, approaching.
“Koda, I’m going to—I’m about to?—”
