Page 61 of Tempting Wyatt

Because she’s not a princess. She’s an angel.

Granted, and angel that kisses like the devil and may tempt me straight to hell. But an angel all the same.

When I come back up to her thighs, she moans again and spreads her legs apart a little more. With that perfect peachass in the air, my cock is killing me. Pleading with me to get inside her beautiful body.

I adjust myself with one hand, getting more lotion as an excuse for the pause, then return my attention to the back of her thighs. She spreads wider, until my hands are fully between her legs.

Like the predator I was born to be, the scent of her arousal calls to the beast in me. I can practically taste her need in the air.

“Tell me when to stop,” I whisper in the darkness.

She sighs softly. “It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

Fuck yes.

She moans again, causing me to become lightheaded.

Massaging her lower back elicits more moans, but when she arches her ass upward, I know what she wants.

Pulsing my hands down her ass and between her legs, I feel it. The telltale wetness on her inner thighs.

My girl is turned on.

I slide between the sweet, slick crevice craving attention. It’s pure silk I feel when I gently glide past her entrance to her swollen clit.

Her hips roll, and the sight and feel of her is so erotic that I could stroke myself off embarrassingly soon from this alone.

An overwhelming urge to bury my face, hands, and cock in the sweet heat I feel nearly consumes me.

“Tell me when to stop,” I repeat, half hoping she’ll stop me before I can’t stop myself. And hoping in equal measure I get to make her come all over my fingers.

She only pants, rolling her hips once more to create friction between my fingers and her slick flesh.

“Tell me you want me to make your pussy come, baby. Ineed to know you want this and aren’t just too tired to fight me off.”

She humps my hand once more. “I want it. Please. Wyatt.Please.”

Her begging pushes me past the point of sense.

“Take it then, sweet girl. Ride my hand like you want. Get that needy little pussy off and cover my fingers so I can taste you on them.”

My filthy words spur her onward, and she begins fucking my hand in earnest. I slip a thick finger inside her welcoming opening, and she clenches tightly around it. She whispers my name, sliding up and down my finger, rutting into the mattress, whining and mewling when she comes.

The pulsing of her release makes me groan out loud. Her juices coating my fingers has me moaning now.

I have to get the hell out of here before I do something crazy. Like fuck her until the sun comes up. I pat her ass playfully and stand.

She’s limp and spent, breathing heavily, when her drowsy gaze meets mine. I lean over and place a firm kiss on the back of her shoulder.

“Get some rest. You’ve proved yourself enough, angel. Take it easy tomorrow.”

She makes a soft sound of contentment into the pillows.

With that, I stand and force my legs to walk away from her while I still can.

On my way out, a dark brown heap on the kitchen table catches my eye. Thinking it’s a blanket, I step over to grab it.

It’s not a blanket. It’s a jacket. A familiar jacket.