Page 72 of Chasing Wildflowers
“Us,” she breathes out. “Is it too late to change my mind about us?”
I don’t hesitate. I grab her hand and pull her inside, slamming the door shut with a soft thud. In a heartbeat, her back is against the door, her breath catching as I press her there, caging her in with my body.
“Fuck no, it’s not too late,” I growl out, catching both her hands in one hand and pinning them above her head. My free hand trails down her neck, through the valley of her perfect breasts, stopping at the knot of her robe. “But after this, you are mine. No changing your mind.”
Her pupils are blown wide. “I’m yours.”
I tug the belt until it falls open, pooling at her sides. She’s completely fucking naked beneath it.
“Fuck, Lane,” I groan, precum already leaking from the tip of my cock.
The bedside lamp throws just enough light to reveal her silky skin. I let my fingertips drift up her belly, brushing over the sensitive swell of her breast. She shivers beneath my touch, hips twitching instinctively, and it takes everything in me not to lose control.
I cradle the side of her face, taking her mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. It’s hungry and messy, like I’ve been starving for her. Because I fucking have. I moan into her mouth, unashamed of how much I need her. My teeth sink into her bottom lip, tugging gently, enticing a soft moan from her.
I pull back, voice thick with lust. “Do you want me to make love to you…or do you want me to fuck you?”
Her gaze darkens, turning wild and feral. “Make love to me later. Right now, I want you to fuck me, Jameson. Please,” she begs, her voice laced with need.
I groan, my hips jerking. I nearly lose it when she says please like that. Asking so nicely for me to do filthy things to her body.
I guide her back until her legs hit the bed. With my eyes locked on hers, I push the robe off her shoulders, the silky material pooling around our feet. Then I pull my boxers off, kicking them across the room. “Get on your knees, Lane.”
She obeys, keeping her eyes on mine as she slowly sinks to her knees in front of me. She bites her bottom lip, waiting. I pull her lip free with my thumb and slowly feed her my cock. She wraps her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue, and sucking.
I pull back from the warmth of her mouth and paint her lips with her own saliva. “Suck my cock, baby.” My hand sinks into her hair, gripping it firmly.
She shivers under my command, lips parting as she takes me into her mouth. Her tongue circles my tip before teasing my piercing. I groan, hips jerking with every flick. She works her way up and down my length, licking and sucking.
Her hands grip my thighs for balance, her fingers digging in, while those beautiful green eyes never leave mine.
“Fuck baby, that feels so good. You’re sucking my cock so well.”
She moans around me, and my hips jerk forward, my dick hitting the back of her throat. She moans again, louder this time, raw and needy.
Fuck. I will never get enough of her.
My grip in her hair tightens as my need for her grows. “Do you like that, Wildflower? Do you like me fucking your throat?”
She nods, her eyes watering, looking so fucking wrecked and beautiful.
“Flatten your tongue and breathe through your nose,” is the only warning I give.
I fuck her mouth with fast, deep thrusts, my cocking hitting the back of her throat with each flex of my hips. She gags a few times, then relaxes, letting me in. I pull her head back just enough to watch her take me deep, swallowing every inch as my hips piston forward with a relentless, punishing rhythm.
Fuck, she looks like a goddess on her knees before me. But if she keeps going, I’m going to come. And I want to cum inside her pussy, not her mouth.
I pull her to her feet, kissing her hard. My tongue claiming her mouth like my cock just did.
“Get on the bed,” I growl. “Face down. Ass up.”
She climbs onto the bed, getting into position; head down, back arched, ass high, her dripping pussy on full display.
I follow, positioning myself behind her, my knees digging into the mattress. “You are so fucking perfect, Wildflower,” I murmur, rubbing my hand over the globe of her ass.
I wrap my hand around my cock, dragging the tip through her wet slit before notching myself at her entrance. “Whose pussy is this, baby?”
She pushes her ass back, her voice a low whine. “It’s yours, Jameson. It’s your pussy.”
