Page 24 of About Last Night

His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me down hard onto his dick, holding me tight against his body. “Rock those sexy hips. Make yourself come on my cock.”

I slid forward and tilted my head back at the sensation of my clit rubbing against his hard abs, while his thick cock stretched my pussy more than I’d ever experienced.

Picking up my pace, I followed his instructions. “That’s it,” he grunted. “Rub that needy little clit all over me. Cover me with your come.”

My muscles tensed from how close I was, and I let out a whimper as I teetered right on the edge. Then his hands on my hips tightened and he took over the motion, moving me back and forth faster than I had been until the pleasure reached a fever pitch. I scraped my nails down his chest as I cried out his name.

“That’s a good girl, coming all over my cock. Fucking hell, you squeeze me so good when you come.” He thrust up into me, and the aftershocks of my orgasm made my whole body tremble and shake.

“Wyatt, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

I wasn’t entirely sure. My head was so cloudy from all the orgasms.

My clit still throbbed, and if he kept thrusting and hitting that spot deep inside, I was pretty sure he could make me come again, but I also wasn’t sure I would survive another orgasm. My body couldn’t stop shaking from the intensity I’d already experienced.

He sat up, holding me so my chest was pressed against his. “You want me to make that pretty pussy come again?”

I nodded.

“I need you to say the words, Brynn.”

“Yes,” I pleaded. “Show me who I belong to,” I whispered, repeating his words and feeling insanely vulnerable.

His eyes burned into me, causing heat to fill my stomach and my chest in a way that only added to the pleasure. He made me feel like I really did belong to him. Like I had found my person at last and I’d never feel alone again.

Wyatt was the antidote to my loneliness. He was my reward for the hard journey I’d already experienced. I never wanted to leave this moment or lose this feeling.

He rolled us over so he was hovering over me and gripped the back of my neck as he thrust inside me, hitting that spot only he’d ever found over and over again. I wrapped my legs around his hips and locked my ankles on his back, meeting each of his thrusts until we were both moaning and grunting from the exertion.

He stared at me like he could see into my soul and didn’t break the contact, even as he slid his hand between us and rubbed my clit until my orgasm ripped through me. My pussy tightened on his cock and with one last thrust, he came with me, shouting my name before burying his face in my neck.

Holy shit.

I was pretty sure Wyatt had ruined me for anyone else.

A REAL RELATIONSHIP CAN’T START WITH SEX

Brynn

Wyatt’s lips traced my collarbone as he slid a finger inside my pussy. Another moan escaped me as my body felt new levels of pleasure.

It had never been this way before—so good, so addicting, so orgasmic.

Wyatt had promised that he’d make me come on his tongue, fingers, and cock, and he’d delivered on all three, several times over. And yet, I still craved the feel of his body inside and on top of mine. I wanted his touch at all hours of the day.

For three days, we’d done nothing but have sex and occasionally remember to eat. But even when we were eating, we were touching each other. I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to survive without his touch once we left the happy little bubble of this cabin.

But that was a worry for another day.

I sank my fingers into his mussed-up hair as his lips moved down, over my breasts, before he took one nipple between his teeth. He peeked up at me as he tugged, the corners of his lips pulling up into a cheeky grin. At the same time, he rocked his hips, canting his steel erection so it slid along my wet and swollen pussy lips. Using one of his hands, he grabbed the base of his cock and notched the head at my entrance, watching our bodies join slowly until he was seated deep.

“God, I’ll never get tired of watching your body take my cock.”

His mouth was dirtier than anyone I’d ever met, and I’d had no idea that dirty talk was such a turn-on for me. I loved hearing the words that came out of his mouth, the dirty demands, the way he’d call me his. All of it was a seduction I’d never experienced and, like everything else about him, had grown addicted to.

I slid a hand down to rub my clit as he pumped inside me, but I’d only barely touched it when he grabbed my hand and pulled my finger up to his mouth. He sucked it between his lips, his tongue swirling over the pad and licking away even the tiniest trace of my arousal. All the while, his hips still thrust forward and back, teasing me closer to my next orgasm.