Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I get why he wanted me to be at home tonight. I still kinda hate him for it, though. Because I’m pretty sure we’d be fucking right now, the fire crackling in the fireplace as Wyatt and I sampled every position under the sun.
An ache blossoms to life between my legs. The soreness is gone now, thank goodness. And Wyatt and I took a long, hot shower before he drove me home this morning. But I swear I can still feel him inside me.
Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
I toss and turn. My knees and back throb, which is what happens when I’m this tired. I need to sleep. If I could just—
Tap, tap, tap.
I bolt upright, my stomach pitching, and I smile when I see a familiar shadow darkening the window across from my bed.
He didn’t.
Oh, but Wyatt Rivers definitely did. He’s definitely here, and I am definitely going to make him fuck me in my bed like he said he would.
A shiver of anticipation darts up my spine as I tiptoe across the room and open the window.
“Hi,” he whispers, holding up a hand.
In reply, I grab the front of his shirt and pull him inside.
“Careful!” he hisses, and I can tell he’s fighting laughter when he lands on his feet.
I go up on my toes and kiss his mouth. “Did you come to rescue me?”
“That’s not what I came to do, no.” His hands find my ass, and he presses me against his erection.
“You missed me.”
“Obviously.” He leans down to suck on my neck. “You miss me, Sunshine?”
I grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, and the moonlight streaming through the window catches on my bare breasts. “So much, Wy. I can’t sleep.”
Even in the dark, I can see Wyatt’s jaw tic. “I can’t stay away.”
We attack each other. He fists his hand in my hair, and I push off his jacket. He pulls me in for a hard, hot kiss, and I shuck off my shorts. No underwear.
He backs me toward the bed, and I climb onto the mattress, careful not to make a sound. I watch Wyatt toe off his boots and take off his jeans and briefs. His dick stands upright, as huge and swollen as I remember it.
My clit pulses. Mouth salivates.
I bite back a cry when he slips a hand between my legs and parts me with his fingers.
He quietly curses at the slickness he finds there. “You been thinkin’ about me, huh?”
“Obviously,” I pant.
“Good.”
The idea that we could be caught—that my parents are sleeping just down the hall—is terrifying and also arousing in the extreme.
I feel naughty. Dirty even. And I like it.
I like it even more when Wyatt climbs on top of me, using his knee to part my legs.
There is no preamble. No foreplay. He hikes my knee up to his side and lines up his bare tip to my entrance. I feel the hot drip of his pre-cum as his whole body tenses and he pushes all the way inside me on a hard, punishing thrust.
The fullness is almost too much to bear. But Wyatt doesn’t give me time to catch my breath. Instead, he holds on to the headboard with one hand and holds the other over my mouth. He pumps into me with a slow, silent savageness that has me curling my toes.
“Make one fucking sound,” he whispers. “I dare you, Sunshine. I dare you to get us caught. What do you think your daddy would do if he saw us like this? His sweet little girl being fucked hard by her real daddy and liking it.”
I bite his palm. He lets out a small scoff, settling his body on top of mine. The enormous weight of him pins me to the mattress. I can hardly breathe.
I love it.
I love the feeling of being surrounded. I’m at Wyatt’s mercy, yes. But he’d never hurt me.
He’ll always keep me—us—safe. And, God, I love him for it.
I love you, I love you, I’ll stay for you, I silently chant in time to his thrusts.
At the crest of a stroke, he swivels his hips, his pubic bone pressing against my clit, and my own hips punch forward, seeking. Hungry.
This hunger is killing me.
Wyatt leans down to suck my nipple into his mouth. A bolt of hot, almost-painful lust cracks through my center when he bites it, then soothes it with slow, lazy strokes of his tongue. I moan. He goes still.
“You gonna make me put my dick in your mouth to keep you quiet? Aw, yeah, Sunshine. Yes, you are. You can’t do as I say and keep quiet, then I’mma make you stay quiet.”
I don’t have time to think. Next thing I know, Wyatt is pulling out of me and kneeling between my legs, his cock in his hand.