Page 31 of The Wildest One

“Fuck yes, that’s what I want to hear.” I used my face to push her fingers away, clearing enough room for my mouth. But I didn’t give it to her right away. I knew this was the last time I would do this, so I needed to make sure neither of us ever forgot it. My nose went to her clit and sucked in as much of her aroma as I could breathe in, memorizing the scent. “God, you smell so fucking good.” I dragged my nose down the rest of her pussy, coating it in her slickness, and when I reached the bottom, I stretched my body across the end of the bed and pulled her toward me.

Her legs tightened around my face, and I assumed she wanted to feel the roughness of my whiskers—something she’d certainly experienced a lot of over the last few days—but she said, “Can I keep you right here? Forever? Because I want to.”

Forever.

Fuck.

There would be another motherfucker who would one day lick her pussy. Whether I liked that thought or not, it didn’t matter.

I wasn’t in a place where I could make this work.

This wasn’t the right time.

Our scenario was … impossible.

And I wouldn’t even try to consider making it possible when I knew it would just hurt her in the end.

That was one thing I wouldn’t do—hurt her.

“You’ve owned this tongue since I first gave it to you. Trust me, it wants to stay right here.”

I rimmed her entrance, and the second my tongue left that spot on her pussy, my finger went inside, arching upward. She rocked against the bed with each plunge. But she needed more—and more was something I had a feeling she hadn’t ever gotten. So, while I positioned my mouth over her clit, I took some of her wetness and spread it to her ass, massaging it around that hole.

“Have you ever been fingered here?”

“No.”

I smiled even though she couldn’t see me. “You’re about to.”

Before she could ask any questions or worry out loud if it was going to hurt, I gave her my tongue, knowing that was one hell of a distraction. Fuck, the woman dreamed about it.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. “Yes!”

And while I flicked the tip across her clit, I slowly and carefully worked my finger into her ass.

“Whoa.”

“Give it a second, it’ll feel a lot better.”

She was even narrower in here than in her pussy. My dick wanted it; it wanted to be buried between those fucking cheeks. More pre-cum leaked out as I thought of how it would feel. But fucking a virgin ass—that was for someone who was going to tell her he loved her, not someone who was going to leave her in the morning.

When my finger was finally all the way in, I stayed there, holding steady, making sure she could handle this before I pumped both holes at the same time.

Because once I did that and mixed in the humming of my tongue, she wouldn’t last. She’d come almost immediately.

I didn’t want that yet. I wanted to stay in a little longer, so the soreness would be with her all day tomorrow, giving her a constant reminder of this moment.

Of me.

Of the way I fucking savored her cunt.

“You’re right. It does get better.” She twisted my hair and cried, “Don’t stop.”

My speed had decreased so much that she was getting only delicate swipes.

But the desperation in her voice made me say, “I’m not stopping, baby. I’m letting you get used to this first.”

Baby?