Page 6 of Wild Card
I turn back to the maps, pretending to refocus, even though my pulse is still racing.
I can feel his eyes on me. I don’t know what to do. I want more, but I don’t want to want more. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a fierce, demanding kiss. The animal inside of me takes over. He’s on the prowl and I cannot resist his advances for one more second.
I moan into his mouth. The tension is unbearable. His hands roam my body. He is soft and warm, his skin rough under my touch. My nipples harden through my V neck. He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck, biting and sucking on my sensitive skin.
"Fuck, Aria," he gasps, his fingers tangling in my hair.
"Yes, right there." I moan as he kisses my neck.
He smiles against my skin as his hand slips down between my legs. I am already wet, my pussy hot and slick against his fingertips. He rubs my clit, feeling my body shudder with pleasure.
"Is this what you want?" He whispers, his voice thick with desire.
"Yes," I hiss, my hips bucking against his hand. "More."
He slips a finger inside me and I tighten around him. I am so fucking wet and my pussy clenches around his finger as he moves it in and out of me. I don’t want to want this. I want to resist, stay strong. I want to walk away right now, but the pleasure is addicting. He adds another finger, stretching me, making me moan.
"You're so fucking tight, Aria,” He murmurs, his thumb circling my clit. "I can't wait to feel you come around my cock."
I whimper, my head falling back, my eyes close. “Fuck me, Presley.”
“Say please.” He says.
“Fuck you.” I say.
“Say please.” He says.
“Fuck you.” I say.
He stops moving his fingers and looks me dead in the eyes. The look he’s giving me tell me he knows he has me hooked. I look at him with hate in my eyes. I hate that he’s going to make me beg. But I do anyway. “Fuck you… please.”
He smiles, his lips finding one of my nipples. He bites down gently, making me cry out. "Not yet," he says, his voice firm. "I want to taste you first."
He pushes her down onto the conference table, my legs hanging off the edge. He kneels between her thighs, his gaze locked on her pussy. I am glistening, he places his face on my slit, and my juices coat his lips. His tongue laps at me, tasting my sweet center.
"Oh, god," I moan, my hands fisting the maps. "Your tongue feels so good."
He smiles, his tongue flicking my clit. I’m getting close, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. He slips a fingerback inside me, curling it to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
“Presley,” I gasp, my body convulsing as I cum, my juices coating his hand.
He stands up and his cock looks like it’s aching, desperate to be inside me. I look up at him, my eyes glassy with pleasure and a satisfied smile on my lips. "Fuck me, Presley,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't need to be told twice. He pushes my legs further apart, positioning himself at my entrance. He rubs his cock against me, and my juices coat his pulsing rod. Then he pushes in, inch by agonizing inch, until he is fully sheathed inside me.
"Fuck," I hiss, my nails digging into my table. "You're so fucking big."
He smiles, his hips moving and his cock sliding in and out of me. "You can take it, Aria,” he murmurs, his voice low. "You can take all of me."
I moan, my hips meeting his, his body moving in time with mine. I tighten around him, clenching with each thrust. He leans down, his mouth finding mine in a fierce kiss.
I broke the kiss, his lips moving to my neck, biting and sucking as he penetrates me. I’m moaning, writhing, all while his hands grip my ass, pushing deeper and deeper.
I can feel a second orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside me. He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it as he fucks me. I cum again, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching.
"Fuck, Aria,” he groans, his body tensing as he cums, his cock pulsing inside me.
He collapses next to me. "That was... incredible," he says, his voice breathless.
