With her small hand cupped around my cock, she pumps quickly, then takes me into her mouth, sliding her soft lips over the head before dragging down again, gagging as she takes me all in.
I lick her clit, flicking my tongue against the swollen bead, allowing her hips to work my face the way she needs.
Fuck. I hope I smell like her forever. She’s sweet, soft, and tastes amazing.
She glances back for a second. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Smother me with your come, Bree. I need it.”
She doesn’t ask questions. She only grinds harder, moaning in chorus with the crickets surrounding us.
My hand circles her hips and traces her waist, before one slides over her juicy ass and strokes the small bundle of nerves tucked within.
She jumps away as though I’ve made a mistake.
My cock threatens to burst.
I continue, rubbing the spot gently as she squirms and rocks against me.
For long moments at a time, she’s so turned on that she can’t keep rhythm with how hard she’s sucking my cock. This only incites more desire.
I snag a quick breath of air and dive deeper. Licking, sucking, nibbling, rubbing every aching part of her frame.
On the edge, I lick all of her up as I groan and growl for more.
Her hips tighten and her body shakes as she bears down and moans out on my cock, coming hard.
I lap up her juices and breathe her in, growling out as her thighs tremble and squeeze my head as I release into her mouth.
My eyes press shut as she teases out the last bits of pleasure dripping from within me.
“Fucking hell. What was that?” I grip her arm as she tries to stand. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Her brows narrow. “Back to the truck.”
I smile. “No. You’re laying here with me.”
She pinches her lips inward and raises her brows as she reaches for her panties. “So, you’re giving orders now? This is a one-night thing, remember? We did the thing, now we go back to the truck.”
I stare at her as the frogs and owls speak around us. I’m not sure what they’re saying but all I can hear is‘grab her, take her, own her, make her feel safe and loved.’
She turns away, but I grip her arm and stand from the ground, my cock still hard as I stare toward her. “That was your idea. Not mine.”
Chapter Five
Bree
In the past when I’ve had sex, Tucker was always eager to get up and move. Almost like his body was on fire and he had to put it out. Sometimes he’d jump in the shower, while other times he’d get a snack and check his phone. I suppose there was a rare occasion when he threw an arm around me and we sat in silence, but his reactions were never as passionate as this.
Wilder holds me against his chest and growls softly. His hand rocks up and down my arm and his gaze stays locked on me. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.Confused…but good. I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again, but… it was worth it.”
He smiles and brushes a few strands of hair from my face. “I want you again.”
I laugh mostly out of awkwardness. “I’m pretty sure you agreed to the one-night thing, too.”
“If I did, I was wrong. You felt too good. I need more of you,now.” His voice is deep and intense.
