Page 47 of Wreck Me
He was without doubt out of her league in every way, shape, and form. And yet, somehow, here he was naked in front of her.
He reached over and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he started to roll it over his cock, when she sat up, stopping him.
“Wait.”
He froze, the condom covering the tip, looking at her from under hooded eyes. “Is something wrong?”
She shifted, bringing herself to the edge of the bed, and looked up at him with a smile. “Let me help you.”
He smiled back and raised his hands. “I’m all yours.”
She positioned the condom on his tip and then covered it with her mouth.
“Holy fuck, Megan.” With both hands, he gathered her hair on top of her head, the tips of the long locks tickling her back.
She held back a smile and moved her mouth down his length, unrolling the condom as she went with her tongue and lips. When he hit the back of her throat, she swallowed and breathed out her nose, while he muttered a string of curses. She reached around and grabbed his ass, fingernails digging into the tight skin. She pulled back before diving back down over his cock, the taste of the rubber filling her mouth, but she didn’t care. She relished the warmth of his length and the way the tables had turned.
She wanted to give him everything he asked for, willing to give him as much as he wanted to take.
When she pulled off him with a pop, he pulled her to her feet and turned her around. “Get on your knees and bend over.”
Her pulse thrummed with excitement as she did what he asked. Her legs were spread wide, and his hand was flat against her back. He gently pushed her down until her boobs and cheek were pressed against the warm, rumpled sheets. An involuntary shiver shot through her body when he ran his hand down her spine and rubbed the globe of her behind, the tip of his hard length rubbing against her opening.
Was it bad that she was slick and needy with desire so close on the heels of the mind-blowing orgasm he’d already given her?
She writhed under his hand and moaned, willing him to do something, anything. But mostly, she really wanted him inside her. “Aidan, please.”
“Please what?”
Megan pushed back against him when he rubbed against her sensitive center again. “Fuck me.”
“You’ve got a dirty mouth. You think a bad girl like you should get what she wants?”
“Yes. I promise I’ll be a good girl.” God, he was driving her crazy.
“We’ll see about that. Tell me again what you want, Megan.”
Talk? She could barely breathe. “I want you to fuck me, Aidan. Please.”
The words barely left her mouth before Aidan pushed into her, opening her wide. Her loud gasp mixed with his growly “fuck.” It was a thin line between pleasure and pain, and all she knew was that she wanted more.
“Holy shit, you’re tight. Relax, baby. I’m not all the way in.” Aidan’s words were strained. “Breathe for me.”
She relaxed her muscles that had a stranglehold on him, and he pulled out before slamming in again. This time he was fully inside her, in territory no man had ever been.
His fingers flexed on her hips, and he stayed still for several seconds. “Jesus, you feel amazing.”
“So do you.” She could barely form coherent sentences. All she could do was feel. He filled her up to the point she almost couldn’t breathe.
But she needed friction, she needed him to move. His hands held her hips tight so she couldn’t move, but God, she needed him to hit all those nerves again. She squeezed her inner muscles causing him to curse.
“Fuck, baby. You keep doing that it’s going to be over before we really get started.”
“Aidan, I want to feel more of you. Move inside me. Please.”
“I just need a second,” he rasped out.
She squeezed again, and his cock filled her more if that was possible, making them both moan. “You ready for me, Megan?”
