Page 115 of The Wildest One

Her head was back, her mouth open as I fucked her with my finger.

“But it’s yours.” She began to rock against it. Meeting me. And the way she was getting wetter told me she wanted more. “They can look all they want. But they can’t touch, and they can’t have.”

“That’s what you think?” I pulled my hand away, and she gasped from the absence. I leaned toward the edge of the bed and placed my face in front of her pussy. “That they’re allowed to look at what’s mine?” I wasn’t speaking directly to Jolie; I was whispering to her cunt. “That they can fantasize about what’s mine?”

“No.”

Happy with her answer, I gave her a lick. Just one. But it was a long one.

“Please, Beck.” Her legs fell open, as though giving me more room would up her chances of getting more tongue. “I need you.”

I chuckled.

Those words were as sexy asI want you.

“You’ve made me wait a long time to have this.”

“I know.” She glanced down, and our eyes locked. “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe I should make you wait just as long to get off.” I rubbed my nose over her clit, my skin soaked from the contact. I could tell she enjoyed the friction because she arched into it.

“Mmm. You wouldn’t dare.”

“But I would.” I gave her some of my tongue, and I pulled it away, showing her just what she’d been doing to me over the last few weeks. Goading, teasing—it had been fucking endless. But the taste of her was just so good; it was as much of a punishment to her as it was to me. “The problem is, I need you just as badly.” I was smiling as I smelled her. That was what her scent did to me. It made my dick harder than stone, and it put a goddamn grin on my lips. “Jolie …” I kissed her clit. “Baby, don’t ever give this pussy to anyone but me.”

Her moans rang in my ears as I licked upward, stopping at that highest peak, flicking it horizontally with my tongue as my finger slipped right in. I continuously changed up the motion of my mouth, switching from licking to sucking, assessing which she needed the most.

And my hand twisted, turned, and with each plunge, I heard, “Yes!”

God, I’d missed this.

The feel of her on my lips.

The taste of her on my tongue.

The sounds of her nearing an orgasm.

Like she was doing now.

When I knew she was on the verge of having one, her legs shaking, her hips bumping up and down, her breathing becoming faster, I pulled back and earned myself an, “Ah!”

She stared down at me, her hair wild, her lips ravenous.

“Are you trying to kill me?” She waited. “Seriously though … or maybe you’re really trying to torture me.”

I got up from the edge of the mattress. “I know how close you were. Don’t forget, I know your body well.” I grabbed her anklesand rolled her onto her stomach. “You’re going to come. Don’t you worry.” I lifted her ass to get her onto her knees and into doggy style, my palm gliding down the center of her back as my tip found her pussy. “But when you come, instead of feeling it on my tongue, I want to feel it on my dick.”

I gave her one slow thrust. A reminder of what she’d been denying me and a promise of what was to come. “Fuuuck.”

“Beck!”

There was nothing that felt better than this.

It was impossible.

“You like that?” I knew she did. I just wanted the satisfaction of hearing her confirm it with words instead of sounds.

“Yes!”