CHAPTER EIGHT
WADE
JOSETTE’S BREATH CATCHES, AND SHE gulps. Watching her throat contract has my cock jumping in her grip again. All I can think about is what it will feel like to have her swallowing my dick and my cum.
Christ.
If I don’t get myself under control, this will be over before it even starts. Control has never been an issue for me. At least, not since I was a teenager. But Josette seems to hold a power over me. And I’m happy to let her wield it.
I urge her to set her feet on the floor again then jerk my shirt off over my head. She takes the hint and pulls off her tank top, letting her perfect breasts sway freely.
Oh…fuck me…
They call to me like beacons in the night, but I force myself to bend down to snatch a condom from my jeans. The last thing I expected was to be using one tonight, but in my profession—at least the now-former secondary one—I need to have them at the ready at all times. I’ve never been so happy to be prepared.
Her eyes follow my hand, and then she glances down the hallway. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the—”
My mouth on hers silences the question. Yes, we will make it to the bedroom…eventually.
But not now.
I push the condom into her hand and hook my fingers into her panties. Fuck. They’re soaked. If there was any question about whether she wanted me as much as I want her, these are proof she needs it as badly as I do.
While I drag them down her legs, she tears the package open. There’s no way I can resist having her pussy right in front of my face. As much as I want my cock buried inside her, I want to taste her more.
She uses her free hand to tug on my arm, encouraging me back up, but I ignore the gesture, instead focusing all my attention on the beauty before me.
The carpet matches the drapes.
And fuck, she is beautiful.
With an approving groan, I lean in and press on her thighs, urging her to spread them wider. She complies, and I waste no time diving in and slipping my tongue into her wet heat.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It’s like I’m a thirsty man stranded in the desert who finally found a fucking oasis. And I can’t drink enough. My tongue probes and flicks, and her whimpers assure me I’m doing something right. Fingers dig into my scalp, and she pleads. “Please…Wade…I need…”
“What?” My murmur against her heated flesh sends her writhing against the wall. “Tell me.”
“I need to come.”
Don’t we all…
As much as I want to feel her come apart against my mouth and on my tongue, I don’t want to tease her any longer. It’s time for both of us to get what we want. And that’s only going to happen once my cock is buried deep inside her pussy.
Slowly, I rise to my feet, letting my tongue trail across her hips, over her flat stomach, and up to her pointed nipples. I grin at her wide-eyed stare and suck one into my mouth. She bucks and her hand finds my hard flesh again. Her fingers roll the condom down my straining cock, every touch along the sensitive skin pushing me closer to the edge of my control.
When her hand circles the root of my dick and she uses it to tug me against her core, the sound that tumbles from my lips is more animal than human.
I reach down and slide my hands under her ass, helping her get her legs up and wrapped around my waist again. She reaches down and aligns my cock with her swollen pussy, and with one thrust of my hips, I impale her, slamming her back against the wall.
“Oh…God…” The words tumble from both our lips in unison.
So fucking tight…wet…hot…no, scorching.
Instead of pulling out and driving into her like a madman, which is precisely what every fucking atom of my being is begging me to do, I pause. Her eyes fly open, and her nails dig into the back of my neck. “What are you doing? Go!” She flexes her cunt around my cock, almost as if to spur me into action.
“I’m savoring the moment, darling. Don’t worry, I plan on very thoroughly fucking you.”
JOSETTE
Thoroughly fucked sounds like Heaven right now, but I’m in Hell. Because he…isn’t…moving.
I squeeze his cock and rock my hips, dig my nails into his skin, and press my lips against his…anything to get him moving again. His mouth on my pussy almost made me come undone, but he stopped just short of my release, and now, he’s torturing me with his cock.
It stretches and fills me completely. The sweet burn of his intrusion was quickly replaced with the thundering need to be hammered…hard.
I’ve never been one to desire the rough and fast kind of sex. Slow and sweet has always been more my style. But not with Wade. And if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I may kill him. At least if I get an understanding female jury, I can get an acquittal based on justifiable homicide.
Just GO!
Our tongues tangle—almost fighting each other for control. I don’t know who wins, but finally, sweet Lord, finally, he pulls back and then shoves into me again.
My head smacking against the hard wall at my back should probably bother me, but with Wade’s hips slamming against mine while he pumps into me, there is nothing but pleasure.
His cock stretches me, and the head of his amazing dick drags against just the right spot with every thrust and retreat.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and my heels into his ass, driving him deeper with every thrust. The hot flutter of his breath against my neck makes me shudder around him. He finds my pulse point again and sucks in rhythm with his hips.
Holy shit.
The orgasm that was building while his mouth was at my core surges back to life. My thighs burn from clutching his wildly driving hips, but it’s nothing compared to the burn in my veins when I finally come. Wildfire rages through my body and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
He groans against my neck. “Jesus fucking Christ…”
Then he pulls his head back, and his forehead drops against mine. He continues to pump into me while my core milks his cock. Just as I’m starting to regain my sense and return from the incredible hazy high of my orgasm, he groans and shoves into me—hard and deep—and comes.