Page 63 of The Wildest One

“But first …” I hiked up her dress, past her thighs and over her ass, releasing it to cling to her waist. I then lowered her thong, pushing until it was around her heels. “I need to be inside you.”

“And I need that—right now.”

She turned around, stepping out of her thong, and began to unbutton my shirt, peeling it down my arms. Once that fell to the floor, she was unclasping my belt, unhooking the button of my jeans, and lowering the zipper, pumping my dick the second it sprang free from my boxer briefs.

“You’ve missed my dick, haven’t you?”

She looked feral as she glanced at my hard-on, her tongue jutting out a little before she said, “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Her words hit.

And then they slashed across me again.

“Jolie, it’s been two years and nine months.” A number that had been reconfirmed when she said it at the club.

“I know.”

I touched the front of her cunt, and she gasped. It was just a quick swipe of my thumb across her clit, and she reacted as if I had sucked it into my mouth and was flicking it relentlessly.

Oh, she fucking needed this.

And she needed it badly.

“Why did you wait?”

She shook her head. “Anyone I met … they weren’t you. And I just got this feeling that if I let them in, they wouldn’t treat me the way you had, so I didn’t let them in. I didn’t even let anyone get close.”

All this time—and her pussy was still mine.

Neglected.

Untouched.

Waiting for me.

I was petting her, stroking just the outside of her sweetness and dipping to where I was about to stick my cock in. “You were saving this for me.”

“But I didn’t know this was ever going to happen.”

I backed her up until she was against the waterfall side of the island and spread my arms out, my hands landing on the edge of the quartz on either side of her. “What do you want, Jolie? Tell me. I’ll give you anything right now.”

“You mean … sexually?”

As much as I wanted to fuck her, if she needed my mouth, I would give her that first.

“Yes.”

Her hand went to my lips, crawling across them with her fingertips. “This—I want after.” With her palm, she rubbed around my tip, spreading my pre-cum over her skin. “This”—she stroked me even harder—“I want now.”

I didn’t bother to take off my shoes or my pants. I just put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her face toward me, capturing her lips, parting them enough to fit in my tongue.

That flavor.

I could almost taste how much she desired me.

I could certainly hear it since each of her breaths ended in a moan.

“I need you.” Those were the words I growled across her mouth when I separated us. With my hands on her hips, I turned her around to face the counter, making sure she was holding on so my thrusts wouldn’t send her across the stone. “I just want to feel how fucking wet you are. I’ll put on a condom in a second.”