Page 14 of His Untamed Craving
His patience snaps, and he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me fiercely, hungrily. I press myself against Wyatt's solid, powerful frame, gripping his shirt tightly as lust rages through me, eradicating all restraint.
Wyatt growls deeply when I tease his lower lip with my teeth. His strong hands grip my waist, pulling me tight against his hard, unyielding body. I can feel his thick cock pressing insistently against my stomach, making the ache between my thighs throb impatiently.
Needing more, I fumble urgently with the buttons of his flannel, desperate to feel every inch of his bare skin against mine. Wyatt groans in approval, his calloused hands slipping under my tank top to drag up my ribcage, leaving a burning trail of desire wherever they touch.
I gasp into his mouth as our reckless kiss breaks, arching into him. Wyatt wastes no time, his mouth moving down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin like he's marking his territory. I moan and dig my nails into his firm shoulders, my body quivering with a raw, carnal need that threatens to consume me.
"Fuck, you taste incredible," he rasps against my salt-dampened skin.
A shudder races through me at the gritty timbre of his voice, the way his beard scrapes deliciously against my flesh. Desperate for more contact, I tug his shirt free from his pants and shove it aside, baring those chiseled slabs of muscle to my hungry gaze.
"Holy shit, just look at you,” I murmur, raking my nails down the ridges of his abdomen.
Wyatt hisses through gritted teeth, his hips thrusting forward against mine, demanding more. I give in, slipping my hands beneath the waistband of his pants, palming his impressive bulge through the thin fabric of his briefs. He grows even harder under my touch, a primal groan resonating deep in his chest.
"Fuck, Daisy... that feels so fucking good..."
His words ignite a fire within me, and I tighten my grip on his cock, stroking its length through his briefs. My hunger for him intensifies, and I revel in the power I hold over him in this moment, making his breath come out shallow and ragged.
Grinning wickedly, I drop to my knees in front of him, my fingers hooking into his waistband and tugging his pants and underwear down over his ass. I take a moment to ogle the massive length now straining just inches from my face. Unable to resist, I lean forward and run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside.
"Fuck..." Wyatt hisses, his fingers tangling in my hair.
Taking that as the green light, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue in a slow, teasing spiral. His hips jerk involuntarily, and I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction. The taste of his first salty drops of precum on my tongue only intensifies the burning ache between my thighs.
Wyatt's ragged pants and low groans spur me on as I bob my head in a steady rhythm, my nails raking down the tense muscles of his inner thighs. The way he responds to every flick of my tongue, every graze of my teeth, drives me wild with desire.
"Oh god, Daisy... I'm gonna... I can't..."
Ignoring his desperate plea, I double down, committed to pushing this mountain man to his limit. My free hand wanders down to cup his tight balls, massaging and squeezing them in time with each slick pull of my mouth.
A low, guttural growl rumbles from Wyatt's chest as his fingers tighten in my hair. In one swift motion, he's hauling me to my feet and crushing his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. I can still taste his musky precum as he hungrily explores my mouth with desperate intensity.
My back strikes the cold ground with a breathless oomph, Wyatt's muscular frame pinning me in place as his hips thrust against my core. Through the thin fabric of my leggings, his rock-hard cock grinds deliciously against my soaking wet pussy, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through me.
"Goddamn, you don't know what you do to me," he rasps, nipping and sucking at the tender skin of my neck, leaving marks that will linger for days.
I arch beneath him, desperate for more, craving his touch. "Then show me."
Wyatt's eyes blaze with naked hunger as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down, baring me to his ravenous stare. He stands, sheds the rest of his clothes, and then drapes himself back over me. I writhe against him shamelessly as his rough palms map every dip and swell of my curves.
"So fucking gorgeous," he rumbles, dipping his head to trail kisses along the swell of my breasts.
I cry out sharply as his teeth graze my nipple through the thin fabric of my sports bra. Pleasure spikes through me, making my core clench with need. Unable to bear another moment's delay, I hook one knee over his hip, silently urging him onward.
Wyatt needs no further encouragement as he hovers above me, hair disheveled and eyes dark with lust. He grips his thick, rigid cock, guiding it to my entrance before teasing my slick, swollen folds with the broad head, driving me wild with each tantalizing touch. I buck my hips impatiently, desperate to feel him buried deep inside me.
With one powerful surge of his hips, Wyatt impales me in one swift stroke, plunging his massive length deep into my willing core. We both cry out, voices echoing off the jagged peaks surrounding our secluded hideaway. Raw instincts and primal cravings take control, connecting us in the most carnal, untamed way possible.
Wyatt's hips begin to piston, his powerful, relentless thrusts claiming me over and over as he sets a fierce pace. As he withdraws almost completely, I whimper at the emptiness, only to be met with a forceful slam back home. The crisp night air mingles with the musky scents of sweat, arousal, and the earthy pine-laced mountain air, intoxicating me further with every ragged breath I take.
"Fuck... you feel so damn good," he grits out, his stare burning into me. One hand braces beside my head while the other palms the generous curve of my breast, kneading and rolling the taut nipple between calloused fingertips.
I keen beneath him, my nails raking down the slick, flexing planes of his back as wave after wave of exquisite sensation batters me. Each powerful thrust slams his thick cock deeper into me, driving me higher and higher toward that breathtaking peak.
"Wyatt,” I pant, meeting his smoldering gaze through heavy-lidded eyes. "I'm so close. I'm going to come."
He rumbles deep in his chest, sweat dripping from his chiseled body, gleaming in the waning light. His hips piston in a relentless rhythm, that rigid heat spearing into me again and again as his free hand drifts between us.
