With a carnal groan, he bends me over the back of the couch and drags his rough hand down my spine. His cock presses at my throbbing, soaked entrance, and when I feel his thickness slide into my pussy, I know without a shadow of a doubt I belong to him.
“Good girl,” he groans. “Let me spread that tight little pussy.” He pulls back on my hips and thrusts further into me.
I haven’t been this happy in years. My eyes fall closed as he pulls his cock out and twists me toward him. “On your knees, honey. Lick me off. I want to watch you.”
My clit throbs…hard.This man could ask me to jump from a skyscraper and I’d do it if it meant I’d come on the way down.
I bow to my knees, staring up at him while I grip his cock in my hand.
“Good girl,” he groans, gripping the back of my head. “Taste yourself on my cock.”
I open my eager mouth and slide his cock inside, twisting my tongue in circles around the head before taking him into my throat. It isn’t long before I’m gagging on his length, but he seems to like it.
His head tilts back as he holds my hair away from my face. “Fuck.”
His sounds are all I need to keep going. I tighten my grip and work faster, bobbing my mouth on his cock as I gasp for air. My tits brush against his leg and I squeeze him harder as my clit thumps with a desire I’ve never felt before. In my entire twenty-six years, I have never wanted a man so badly.
I try to memorize the details. The way he looks so rough and eager. The bead of sweat on his shoulder. The feel of his giant hand cradling my scalp. The scent of sweat and cedar. The deep, graveled, growls that bubble up from his throat. The way he handles me as though he can’t get enough.
It’s not an act. It’s not a game we’re playing. It’s not roleplay. He can’t contain his excitement.
I take him into my hot mouth again and again, cupping his balls in my free hand.
“I’m so in love with you,” he groans. “Get on the edge of the bed. I want to look at your pretty face.”
I do as he asked, though I’m breathing so heavily I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out.
“I want to listen to you,” I pant, “but I need to come.”
He groans into my ear and passes his rough hand between my thighs, landing a thumb on my clit. “I want your come on my cock, honey. Can you do that for me?”
I swallow hard and nod.
We both know the repercussions of not having a condom, but I’m not sure I care. I want all of Wilder’s babies. I want Alyssa and Bryn to have sisters and brothers, and I want it all with this giant man.
Wilder tugs me to the edge of the mattress and sinks his cock back in, thumping wildly against me as his thumb circles my clit.
My tits bounce and jiggle as his eyes stay locked on mine.
He’s so fucking deep, his girth exploring and claiming every undiscovered portion of my pussy.
I grip the sheets with one hand, his muscled forearm with the other as my body tenses.
“Give it to me, honey. Come hard on my cock.” His deep voice is all I need.
I scream out like a wild animal as I convulse all over his cock in a blinding, mind-melting orgasm.
“Good girl,” he growls, as he picks up his speed and ferocity. It only takes a moment before he grabs the back of my neck, looks deeply in my eyes, and spreads his seed across the entirety of my garden.
I want to lick him off and taste the two of us together, but my body is a warm puddle of exhaustion.
Wilder collapses next to me, wrapping me in his arms. “Is it weird that I’m hoping I’ll get to see a baby growing in that pretty belly? Our baby.”
I cuddle into him closer. “No. I thought the same thing. I’m so happy you came back, Wilder.”
He kisses the top of my head and drags his hand over my shoulder. “This feeling with you, Bree, it’s home.You’rehome. I knew it the second I met you. When I drove away, I knew the instant I left, my arrow would always be pointing at you even if you wouldn’t have me. There’s no moving on from that.”
I lean up and stare at the man I love with warmth and a full heart. “There’s no moving on from you either, Wilder. You’re my forever.”
