Page 45 of Wanting the Winger

I tear one open and roll it down my length. Gripping my dick, I rub the tip back and forth through her juices before I settle at her entrance. I slowly push inside. She’s so fucking tight—so fucking perfect. I press on until I’m seated to the hilt.Oh, Christ.Fighting for control of my body, I hold still. I’ve been waiting for this moment and I’m not going to rush things.

“I think I just lost my virginity again.” Evie smirks. “But it hurts so good.”

Goddamn, this woman turns me on so much. I start to move with slow, easy half strokes, grinding into her clit each time. Rocking her hips in time with my thrusts, she moans. I pick up the pace, repeatedly slamming into her until I can’t hold back any longer. Grabbing her ankles, I raise her legs straight in the air as my orgasm crashes into me. My hips jerk as my release fills the condom and a guttural groan rips free of my chest. Holy fuck. That was the longest, most powerful orgasm of my life.

I leave the warmth of her pussy and roll to the side, taking her with me. My arm wraps around her back, cuddling her to my chest. “That was mind blowing,” I say.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she tells me.

“Really?” I was hoping as much, but hearing her say it is incredible.

“Mhmm.” Her fingertips swirl over and between my tattoos, and I wonder if she’s imagining she’s painting something on my chest.

“It was also the best I’ve ever had,” I add.

Her head pops up from my chest and she watches my face. “It was?”

“Yes. I’ve never had sex that came close to being that amazing. God, I can’t wait until we get to the point where I can fuck you bare. Speaking of…” I untangle our bodies and sit on the edge of the bed. I wrap the condom in some tissues and toss it in her small trash barrel.

Lying down, I enfold her in my arms once more. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Right here, waiting for you.”

I touch my lips to her forehead. “I don’t want to go home.”

She tips her head back, looking up at me. “Then don’t.”

“I know, but I don’t want to be here when Tillie’s awake.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” She frowns and then her eyebrows pop upward. “You could stay and leave at like five in the morning.”

“I like that idea. We can do more of this”—I squeeze her tightly—“and that.” I grab one of her ass cheeks.

“I like both of those ideas.” She smiles.

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I wake up to Brutus pawing my arm. It’s how he tells me he needs to go outside.

“Okay, Bru,” I whisper. I carefully extricate myself from the bed without waking Evie up. Grabbing my pants from the floor, I pull them on, then slip into my shirt. I carry my socks downstairs and put them and my shoes on in the mudroom.

I step outside, making sure the handle on the door isn’t locked. That’s not how I want to wake Evie.

Brutus and I head out back to the large area of grass. I watch as he wanders around, marking his territory. If only there was a more pleasant method I could use on Evie that would let all the other dogs know she’s mine now.

I hear a door close and wonder if Evie’s looking for me. A few seconds later I have my answer—nope, it’s not her.

“Hi,” I say to the blonde guy walking my way. “You must be Ryan.”

He looks me over. “And you must be Darius.”

We shake each other’s hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” I say.

“Yeah, you too. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he says. It makes me feel good to know Evie has spoken about me with him.

“Likewise,” I say. I point at Brutus just as he squats to take his morning dump. “That’s Brutus. Do you have a shovel I can get that with?”

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