“Wilder,” I beg.
“Flower.”
I blink. “What?”
“A safe word, in case you find somethingisoff-limits. Or too fast. Or too much.”
I nod.
“Repeat it.”
“Flower,” I pant.
“Good.” He rubs circles against my clit. “You want my mouth on this pretty pussy?”
“Yes.”
“You prepared to beg?”
“No,” I stammer.
He grins. “That’s all right. You will.” With that, he’s back on his knees, spreading me open, and there’s no more talking.
His hot mouth presses against me, and I’m ruined. His kisses, strokes, and licks drive me wild. He’s teasing and tauntinginstead of driving that tongue into me the way I need.
My back arches, and I cry out, spiraling with pleasure but needing and wanting more.
Catching my clit, he sucks me slow, teasingly, but it’s still so good. I can probably last just like this without the need to beg.
He’ll have to give in soon, won’t he?
I whimper low, fingers digging into the mattress. He picks up speed, finally fucking me with his tongue. “Ohhh,” I cry. “Yes, God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He stops, but doesn’t leave me cold. His fingers replace his mouth and I’m ready to sob.
“Give me what I want, Rose.” He’s relentless.
And I’m shameless.
“Please, Wilder. Please don’t stop.”
He waits as if there’s any reason for more. He slides his fingers into me, and I fall backward. “Your mouth, I’m begging for it.”
“Good girl.” He locks his mouth to me again and it’s a whole new ball game.
He’sdevouringme with his expert tongue, chasing my release for me.
I buck my hips and moan in pure anticipation as he builds me up. My thighs tremble as I climb to the edge. I think his name slips from my lips, but all I hear is the long, loud scream as I come hard.
He pushes to his feet, hovering over me with a satisfied grin. The sass in me wants to ask if he’s proud of himself for getting his way. But the ordinary girl in me, the one who knows I might never have a man like this again, just relishes what he’s given me in return.
And this .?.?. game he played with me? Making me beg. He’s not treating me with kid gloves. Or like I’m anyone’s sister.
At this moment, he’s my man and I’m his woman.
I grin back, putting my hands on him—because Ican.
Because he’s here with me.
