Page 62 of Better Not Pout
I reach for the belt buckle of his slacks, but my hands are shaking, and all I seem to be able to do is fumble, unable to pull it free.
It’s one hundred percent his fault that he’s kissing me.
When he realizes that fact, he pulls back and chuckles.
“My girl’s impatient tonight.” Smirking, he quickly flicks open the belt and unzips his slacks, letting them fall open.
The blunt head of his cock peeks out from the waistband of his briefs, and my mouth waters.
Literally, I’ve never wanted to taste anything more in my life.
“As much as I fucking love the way you’re eye-fucking my cock right now, that’s going to have to wait until later because I need to be inside of you. Right now, Rosalie.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding as I peer up at him, standing at the foot of my bed.
He makes quick work of his pants and boxers, leaving him gloriously, deliciously,finallynaked.
I’ve never called a man beautiful, but seeing him standing here at the foot of my bed, hungry gaze roaming my body, fist circling his cock… Undoubtedly, Wells McCoy is a beautiful man.
His body is a work of art. Sharp angles and divots, carved out of marble. The V at his hips leads to the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen, and part of me still can’t believe that I get to have him.
Languidly, he strokes his cock, staring at me like I’m the art on display. If he only knew the thoughts running through my head right now.
How I’m fairly certain there is nothing that I wouldn’t let him do to my body.
His knees hit the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he hovers over me, placing a quick kiss to the mound of my pussy. I suck in a stuttering breath as he slowly kisses up my front and settles between my thighs.
“You are a dream, Rosalie. A literal fucking dream.” His whispered words of reverence make my heart ache beneath my ribs and my core clench both at once.
The only response I can even gather is to kiss him, to let my actions speak for me.
I can feel him smiling against my mouth as I lift up, and my gaze moves to where he’s dragging the thick head of his cock through my arousal, my breath becoming stuck in my lungs when it nudges against my clit.
Wells doesn’t waste any time, not after what feels like hours and hours of foreplay. He guides his cock to my entrance and pushes inside, burying himself inside of me in one hard thrust.
My eyes fall shut, nearly rolling back, when he barks a raspy command that makes my toes curl along his sides. “Eyes on me. Watch how perfect you are taking my cock. Fuck, Sugar, look how pretty your pussy looks stretched around me.”
Obediently, they snap open, and I understand exactly why he wants me to watch.
It’s unbelievably hot seeing him sliding in and out of my body as he thrusts deep and hard,unhurriedly drawing pleasure out of me like he’s been doing it for years and not just for the second time.
I whimper loudly when he hits the spot inside that has my climax building so quickly that it leaves me breathless.
How… I…
“Goddamnit, I can already feel your pussy fluttering around me,” he pants, rocking his hips and bottoming out, brushing myclit in the process, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. I flop down onto the bed and pinch them shut, sucking in a trembling breath as my orgasm ripples through me.
“I’m coming,” I all but scream, my fingers tangling in the sheets until they ache.
Of course, Wells knows exactly what I need, and the rough pad of his thumb hits my clit, where he circles roughly with the perfect pressure that has my back bowing from the mattress.
Every stroke of his cock sends my climax higher, never ending, a loop of endless pleasure.
“That’s my good girl. Coming on my cock, choking my cock with her tight cunt.” His voice is strained as he fucks me through my orgasm.
My head is hazy as I lift from the mattress, catching his gaze.
Realizing that he didn’t come.
