Page 62 of Forever Wild
“Damn, baby. You’re dripping for me.” I slide two fingers over her from pussy to clit, then drag the moisture up to her lower stomach for her to see. “So wet. So ready.”
“I’ve been ready for weeks.” Her words are breathy as my fingersrub slowly over her swollen clit. “You almost missed your shot.”
She’s all talk, riling me up like she loves to do.
“If you think anyone can make you come as hard as I’m going to, then be my guest, temptress.” I dip two fingers inside her. She moans and her pussy walls clench around me. “Want me stop?”
“If you stop…” Her words trail off as I add another finger.
“What’s that, sweetheart? Stop?”
I lean closer to her pussy without breaking eye contact and place a chaste kiss directly on her clit, then flick my tongue in the same spot.
“Don’t stop. More,” she begs, eyes struggling to stay open.
I do the opposite, stopping and stepping back from her.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I head over to a cabinet and grab a glass.
The answer to that question isslowly losing my mind, but I don’t say anything as I fill the glass with ice and water, then take a long drink. It doesn’t do anything to stamp out the heat coursing through me for her.
“Jack fucking Wyld, if you leave me like this, I swear to the hockey gods I will cheer for the other team at every game next season.”
I bark out a laugh. “No, you won’t.”
Her gaze narrows, then drops to my pants. My hard dick is stretching out the front, making my desire for her obvious.
She scoots to the edge of the counter like she’s going to get down.
“Don’t move,” I say, voice rough and commanding. “I’m not done with you.”
Her annoyance flares but so does her desire.
I walk back with the glass and hold it to her lips. She hesitates but then drinks as I tilt it so the water slowly drips into her mouth.
I take one more long drink and then set it on the counter. Thistime when I place my cold mouth over her hot pussy, she hisses out, “Oh, fuck.”
I fight a grin. The sensation doesn’t last so I grab an ice cube from the glass and put it in my mouth. Her eyes follow my every movement as I hold it between my teeth and run it down over her stomach and lower.
“Holy shit.” She falls back and stares up at the ceiling.
I miss her eyes on me. “Give me those pretty hazels, Ev.”
She obeys quickly, sending a rush of want and need straight to my cock.
The ice melts fast but she’s already grinding against my tongue and chasing her orgasm. It hits her with a force that makes her lashes flutter closed.
“Jack.” My name is a jagged cry from her lips as she comes.
She’s wild, legs wrapping around me, hands tugging in my hair, bucking and screaming as the orgasm fades.
“Mmmm…” I hum the words against her center. “I could eat this pussy all day long.”
My scalp protests the grip she has on my hair, possessive and demanding. I usually like to be the one in control, but she wouldn’t be herself if she wasn’t pushing back and testing my sanity.
When the second orgasm hits, she full-out screams, the sound filling my house and probably alarming the neighbors, if they weren’t all gone for the summer.
She squirms, this time like she’s trying to get away from me. I move my mouth away from her sensitive flesh but keep my hold around her leg.
