Page 183 of The Wicked
“Fuck me, please,” I begged.
He took his mouth off me. “Your begging is pathetic.”
My hand went to his hair and pulled so I could look into those pretty eyes. “Revel in it now because you won’t hear me beg for it again.”
“Lies, like the rest you’ve been telling tonight.” He lifted himself and pulled down his briefs a little, his hard cock coming free;he was thick, and fucking veiny; the thought of him inside me scared and excited me at the same time.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
I went to touch him, but he swatted my hand away while his went between my legs, rubbing me as if to gather my wetness and coat his fingers with it, but his hot, warm touch sent my stomach tightening immediately; my clit throbbed like it needed just one stroke to let go.
Elio removed his fingers and brought them to his lips; a very sinful tongue came out, curling around his fingers as he licked my wetness, closed his eyes, and hummed in appreciation. “Hm, very… interesting.”
Yes. I would never get this man out of my system.
“Better than any you’ve tasted?”
“You’re my first. I don’t like a mess, but I’ll take yours any day.”
My breath hitched at his words.
His hand left my hair and gripped my waist, lifting me slightly. “You hear that? That was me being honest. You might want to learn a lesson or two from it.”
“For the thousandth fucking time,” I supplied breathlessly, feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance. “I am not lying to you.”
He glared. “My gut tells me you are.”
My grip tightened on his hair as I gritted out, “Your gut is fucked in the head, and it’s making your inhuman lie detector malfunahfuck!” The feel of his thrust made me scream out at the pain and the pleasure that followed. “Oh fuck,” I breathed, a blinding wave of pleasure igniting deep within me. Fevering through my body. I writhed atop him, toes curling.
My walls hugged him tightly, and he let out a breathy moan-groan thing; I wasn’t sure I heard correctly because he steadied my body, pulling out and thrusting deep again, hitting me where I most craved him.
My body had turned to the softest of jelly atop him, and my palm slapped against the window above his head to get a balanceon myself as he fucked me into a mess of moans, my breasts bouncing at the force of his malicious fucking.
Each of his thrusts sent shuddering shivers that had me writhing—it was too much—he was too much, and I was so fucking full I couldn’t breathe properly.
I didn’t care that I was probably gripping his hair so tight; the sound of his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust he gave had me on the brink of release. It filled the hot car, our breathing loud and so fucking intimate. Deep in my chest, I felt the effect of each breath I took and released.
“Everything you said tonight told me—nothing,” he said between breaths.
This man went even deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck—” I hissed. “No matter what I say—you’d never believe me.”
“Then give me something,” he ground out, voice heavy with lust and pleasure. “Anything,” he breathed. “Anything to ease my doubt. Just one truth.”
“Mmm—Elio—fuck,” I whined in a moan.
He didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. His grunts, so deep and hot, did something enrapturing to my stomach; I wanted to hear it all day, every fucking day.
I rode him as he thrust into me, deepening the intense warmth he ignited all over me.
My clit strung tight into a painful bud, my stomach tightened in knots. I was at the edge.
“Zahra.”He moaned my name, his hot breath fanning against the skin on my collarbone.
The sound of my name on his lips had my thighs trembling and clenching tightly to his, my release rising to the peak as it shattered me completely. “Elio, oh… ohfffuck,” I cried, coming so hard that my vision turned white for a second.
With three hard, sloppy thrusts, he stilled inside me, and I felt the warmth of his release coat my walls. The feeling made meshudder as we rode it out and came down from the high together. My hand slipped from the window, leaving a draggy imprint as I relaxed against him, my head on his shoulder. The thick smell of sex and sweat lingered around our space.
