Page 65 of The Wildest One

“You’d better.”

My forehead rested on her cheek, my mouth on her shoulder, and I arched upward, aiming for her G-spot. “Was that a demand I just heard?”

“Yes!”

I knew when I hit that special spot because she jumped—not out of pain, but out of pleasure. And instead of increasing my speed, I upped my power, pounding her pussy with an intensity she hadn’t yet experienced tonight.

“Shit!” She held her arms outstretched and steady, using the counter to help her move with me. “Fuck!”

I knew she was seconds away. I could feel it. I could hear it. So, I stroked her clit like it was the screen of my phone, my thumb endlessly swiping, and she immediately fell apart.

I did too.

From the sound of her.

From the sensation of her tightening around me, the rush of wetness that followed—both sent me straight over the fucking edge.

The moment the burst hit my sac, building through my shaft to explode out my tip, I shouted, “Jolie! Fuck! Yes!”

And she followed—in sounds, in words, in movements—bouncing over me before I bucked back and shoved my way in.

“Do you feel that?” I moaned during a break from her yelling. “The way I’m emptying inside you, filling you with every drip of my cum.”

I didn’t know if she could process what I was saying, or if she was too lost, or if there was a heavy mix of both going on. But when she said, “Oh my God, I can feel it,” I knew she understood. “Give me more, Beck.” She plowed her ass back and rocked forward, adding, “Give me more!”

That was when I assumed she was hitting her peak, and because I knew her body so well, when she started moaning my name, I knew she was on her way down.

So was I.

My movements slowed, my thumb softly caressed her clit, and I held us together, locked and completely still.

“Mmm.” I kissed around her shoulder and up her neck, stopping behind her ear. “Round one of a fucking hundred tonight.”

She laughed. “A hundred? I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“I don’t have to report to the rink until Monday. That means, tomorrow and Sunday, the only thing I want to have on my schedule is tasting you …” I moved my mouth back to her cheek. “If you’ll still be here.”

“Sounds like a repeat of Boston.”

“Are you opposed?”

She was still laughing when she said, “Not at all.”

“Good. Then, I’m going to carry you into the shower, so I can wash me off you and I can eat that fucking pussy the way I want to.”

“Fuuuck!” Jolie screamed, her stomach shuddering, her fingers stretched against the glass wall of my shower, where I was kneeling on the floor with her pussy on my mouth.

Two orgasms. Both from my tongue.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

With the ripples still making their way across her navel, telling me she was at her climax, I kept up the same pace with my licks, and my finger, which was deep inside her, did the same.

Jolie liked the combination.

And, fuck, there was nothing better than getting to taste her and feel her at the same time.

“Beck!”