Page 197 of Wicked Little Darling

Damn, I wanted that. I lowered my gaze to his cock, taking in the pants he’d only shoved down a little, just enough for his dick to be out. “Not even gonna take your pants all the way off? What,you gotta rush off after this? Got a business meeting to go to or something?”

He laughed, and god, I’d never get tired of seeing him laugh or smile. Seeing that vibrant light in his eyes. All that gold and green.

He reached between my legs and rubbed his hand over my aching cock. “I want you to get that nice and soaked for me. I want your cum to be dripping from it, Dakota. Fill it up for me.”

Fuck, that was gonna be easy because I was pretty sure it was already dripping.

His sharp little teeth sank into my ass, and more precum spilled from my tip. “Fuuuuuck, yes, please, Reese, please, please?—”

He smacked my other cheek, and then he was pressing against my entrance. His crown was so thick it always took a bit of coaxing; Reese stroked a circle into my lower back, then down over my ass. “Relax,” he murmured, pushing and pushing and?—

“Unngh,” I moaned as he slipped inside.

“Fuck,” he rasped, pressing deeper. “How are you always this fucking tight?” His voice was thin, like he was barely hanging on, so I arched even more and pushed back onto him, taking more of him inside me.

I couldn’t do anything more than moan into the pillow as he filled me up. His hands were constantly moving on me, stroking up my back, down my sides, squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could watch himself push inside me.

To know that I would have this forever—havehimforever—was the most exhilarating thought. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to live without him. There was no undoing all the beautiful damage he’d done to my soul.

“You’re doing so, so good, Dakota,” he said softly. He knew I loved to hear that, and I never needed to ask anymore. “You feelso fucking good. So soft and tight and hot. So pretty and perfect and all mine.”

“Nnngghh.” His cock slid over my prostate, and all my muscles tensed. My toes curled when he pulled back half an inch and then pushed in, hitting it again. “Fuuuck,” I panted.

He thrust deeper, pushed himself all the way in, then groaned when he was as deep as he could go. He palmed my ass, then slid his hands over to the bands of my jockstrap, grabbed hold of them on either side and pulled so they were cinching tight beneath my ass and around my waist.

“You ready, Dakota?” His voice was deep and raspy, and he was breathing hard. He slowly drew his cock out until just the tip was inside me.

“Fuck, say it?—”

He pounded into me so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs. I didn’t have any time to catch it before he was pulling out and driving into me again, harder, faster, and fuck, why had I ever told him not to fuck me like this?

Heat started building at the base of my spine, an incomparable pressure that grew and grew and grew as he fucked me so hard and fast that I couldn’t even think. I was just a moaning ball of need beneath him.

One of his hands disappeared from my hip, and I wanted both his hands on me, I needed?—

Something was at my hole.

His fucking finger.

He slid it in beneath his cock, stretching me, filling me more than I thought possible. I choked as he brushed it over that spot, as he fucked me with his cock and finger at the same time, and when he added a second fucking finger, the entire world disappeared. I was engulfed in a delirious euphoria that sparked through my veins and exploded along every nerve ending.

“Fuck, Dakota.” Reese’s voice was distant, hard to hear past the shrill ringing in my ears, the fuzzy cloud of ecstasy I was trapped in, but him saying my name again prolonged the orgasm. He pushed inside me, as deep as he could go, and I felt him coming, the heat of it, even through the condom. My jock was absolutely soaked now, I could feel the dampness of it clinging to my softening cock.

Reese’s panting grew louder as the ringing in my ears faded, and I jumped when he cupped me in his hand. He slid his fingers all over the fabric, feeling how much I’d soaked it for him.

He bit down on my hip, moaned into my skin, then licked the sting away. “Did I break you?”

“Mmhmm.”

He pulled out, and I heard the sound of him tying up the condom. He got off the bed, then came back and wrapped himself around me. I could hardly think, let alone move.

“I’ll just have to put you back together again.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And then break you again.”

“Mm.”