Page 107 of Wild Card

My lungs seize and my head tips back as I let out a rough, “Fuuuccckkk.” Because this is not making me want to hurry.

It’s making want to take a seat and watch.

So I do.

I retreat a few steps, plunk down in my favorite chair. Gripping the armrests, I take in the view. Her pale skin seems to catch the fiery pink and orange hues slashing across the sky.

“Come for me, Gwen,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Let me watch.”

Her fingers still, and her head snaps over her shoulder, eyes skating over my face as though she’s checking to see if I’m joking. My expression stays impassive as I undo my pants, tug them lower, and pull my painfully hard cock out. Stroking it while holding her gaze.

Her lips part on a needy sigh and her fingers move again. She swaps between fucking herself and rubbing firm circles on her clit. I stroke myself, marveling at her beauty. Her body. Her confidence. Her willingness. Fuck, she’s just so…fun.

She’s so good for me.

We move in time, and I can see her orgasm build. Her muscles tense, her legs shake. Part of me wants to rush over and help her, the other part is getting off on watching her try so damn hard.

Her panting grows heavier, and so does mine. Precum beads at the head of my cock, and I rotate my fist, spreading it. My gaze fixates on where she rubs back and forth on her clit with increasing intensity.

“Oh fuck, Bash!” she calls out as her flexible body folds forward with the weight of her orgasm. Her puffy pink cunt pulses, and I can’t hold back.

Three strides and I’m behind her. With one hand gripping her hip, we’re lined up, and before she can even finish coming, she’s impaled on my cock.

Her pussy is snug and hot and my brain short-circuits as I take a moment to get my bearings.

“Fuck, fuck!” she cries out again, and it’s too loud.

I reach forward, cupping a hand over her mouth. “Gwen, baby, I need you to be quiet. You can scream for me later. But right now, I need you to shut your mouth and take this cock like the good girl I know you can be.”

She nods eagerly and her breath fans against my palm as I pull out and push back in. Heat dances down my spine and tension curls in my hips.

“I’m not going to last long after that little show.”

She nods again. I thrust again. We both groan.

I move, finding an easy rhythm. Her supple body takes me so damn well. Hot, tight, and made for me. The knowledge that her party is still going on just one floor below does nothing but excite me.

Gwen does nothing but excite me.

My hands grip her full, glorious ass as I lean back to watch where we’re joined. The sight of my cock buried inside her almost takes me out. I feel the rush that comes when I’m close to finishing. The desperation. The single-minded focus.

“I’m fucking obsessed with you. Do you know that?”

She mumbles something against my palm, head nodding, as she pushes back into my length. Perspiration prickles at the back of my neck, and my hand grips the globe of her ass.

“I’m going to fill you up so full, Gwen.” My words come harsh and fast as I fuck her.

And it’s the muffled “yes, please” from behind my palm that sets me off. I unleash, fucking her hard and relentless. She meets my every stroke. Her head bobbles and her body trembles.

She’s going to come again. I can just feel it. So I keep my pace, clenching my teeth to last as long as I can. Wanting her to get there again. This time stuffed full of me while she orgasms.

“Yeah, baby. Just. Like. That,” I grit out as I drive home, feeling her contract around my cock. And then I explode.

Everything goes tight. My vision blurs. My body pulses. I come so hard, it feels like the world tilts on its axis.

I fall forward onto her back, breathing her in while my body rides the wave. My hand falls away from her mouth and we both suck in harsh breaths as we try to come back down to earth.

“Fuck me…that was?—”