Page 97 of Wild Card
I yank her panties to the side and run my fingers through her wetness before shoving two fingers in. “You gonna be a mouthy, little tease about this, Gwen?”
She cries out, her pussy clenching around my digits.
“You wanna play that game?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “Yeah, I do.”
I groan. Fuck, she’s hot. I pull her in for another kiss, hard and fast and demanding as I work the waist of her jeans lower.“Good. Fuck yourself on my fingers and take that sweater off. I want to watch. I’m sick of those perfect tits being covered up.”
With a knowing smirk on her perfectly fuckable mouth, she gently tips her hips, easing up slightly, before dropping back down onto my fingers. Then she reaches for the hem of her sweater and yanks it off in one easy motion.
Her hips move again, and her full breasts bounce, pressed up against white lace. With one hand, she flicks the clasp, her bra falling to the side.
My head tips back as I groan, “Fuuuck.” She’s all soft, pale skin and full, feminine curves. I could look at her for days, spend hours getting lost in this body.
“Like that?” she asks, dropping herself onto my fingers again, a rush of wetness surging from her tight pussy.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
I soak her in, loving the way she eagerly bounces on my hand, just like I told her to. I could blow just from watching her like this. “Fucking hell. These tits,” I groan before dropping my head and taking one pebbled nipple into my mouth.
When I suck, she whimpers. And it’s fucking heaven.
Wanting to give her more, I add my thumb to her clit, spreading wetness up and over it before circling gently.
“Bash,” she says on a moan, her hand propped against the headrest behind me, full lashes drawn low. “Careful.”
“Careful of what?” I ask as I pull away to take a turn watching where my hand disappears between her legs.
“I’m close.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, and I add a third finger, reveling in the desperate cry that spills from her lips. “Good. Come on my fingers. Then I’ll make you come while you ride my cock.”
Her eyes go wide now, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Here?”
I lean in closer, trailing kisses up the side of her neck, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet skin. When I reach her ear, I return the favor and bite down on the lobe. “Yeah. And then at home. In my bed. In my shower. Bent over the balcony with a view of the lake. God, I’ve dreamed of this ass.”
My free hand reaches around, gripping her ass as I continue kissing her neck. My lips glide over her collarbone before I turn my attention to her other nipple.
She seems to have given up talking, lost to the moment.
Her hips swivel, her breaths come fast, and her hands tangle in the short strands of my hair.
It’s not until I slide my hand around her hip, over her stomach, and up to cup her opposite breast that she finally lets out the most erotic moan. Her head falls back, blond locks spilling down over her shoulders as I twist her nipple while still working between her legs.
I let myself get lost in her, in watching her. Tasting her. Feeling her. She’s soft, warm, and utterly addictive.
“Bash, Bash,” she chants before dropping back down and kissing me, slow and lingering. Her hands glide over either side of my neck, her thumbs stroking over my jaw.
Then the moment turns gentle, less frantic, as we find a rhythm together. Tongues sliding, hands exploring, hips pressing.
“Oh my god, I’m going to—” She cuts off, bucking against me and dropping her head to the crook of my shoulder. I feel her come. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, her teeth digging inhardon the spot where my neck and shoulder meet to stifle her cries.
Soon, all I can hear is her breathing, and it makes me realize I’m not breathing at all.
After all the time I’ve spent dreaming of this moment, I need someone to pinch me so I know it’s real.
