Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I’d figure it out later. Right now, all I really understood was that he needed me. This man, who pretended not to need anyone, needed me. I’d give him everything he needed and be thankful he’d set his sights on me.
Wylde wasn’t gentle. His kiss bruised my lips. His arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe. It was even better than when he’d fucked me on his bike. I could taste his need and was certain he could taste mine. Because, God knew, I was fucking ravenous for him.
Somehow, we ended up in the bedroom. Wylde planted a knee and lay down with me on his bed, covering my body with his bigger one. He never broke our kiss, thrusting his tongue as he ground his cock between my legs. I welcomed the contact, more turned on than I’d thought possible. I met his tongue thrust for thrust while I ground my pussy against his dick.
“Gonna fuck you, Danica. Gonna fuck you till I find oblivion.” His words were gruff. Fierce. I knew I was about to get the fuck of my life.
Wylde grabbed my shirt and yanked, ripping it down the front. Then he shoved my bra over my breasts before squeezing and kneading one with his palm. His big body shivered over me, and he gave a defeated groan.
“What you fuckin’ do to me, woman!”
He found my nipple with his mouth and took it between his teeth. I cried out when he bit down, but the pain was the sweetest, darkest pleasure. His name exploded from my lips as I arched my chest to him, letting him take what he wanted. And he didn’t stop there.
Wylde made his way from one breast to the other. He tugged at my shorts, pulling them down my hips along with my panties. Tossing them to the floor, he shoved my legs apart before making his way down my belly, nipping and licking and sucking all the way to my sex. Once there, he devoured me. Growling between my legs, he covered my pussy with his mouth. He snarled, thrusting his tongue deep, rubbing my clit with his upper lip, the hair of his beard a delicious abrasion.
I had no hope of keeping up with him. Wylde took me over the edge and I screamed over and over as one orgasm tripped into another. Still, he didn’t let up. By the time he finally crawled his way back up my body, I was a mindless, thrashing mass of nerves.
“Wylde! Fuck!” I clawed at his back, needing him closer, needing to stop him so I could regroup and get a hold of myself. But the need, the stark desire and raw emotion in Wylde’s face told me he needed this. Needed me.
He fumbled with his jeans to unfasten them, setting his cock free to thump gently against my belly. Like I’d done when we were on his bike, I reached between us to grasp his cock. Looking up into his savage, untamed beauty, I guided him inside me. Then we both lost our Goddamned minds.
The first time we’d had sex, I’d been so afraid of losing myself along with my virginity I hadn’t fully committed to the moment. Once I’d orgasmed, reality had crashed down on me like a falling mountain. Now, I surrendered to him. Letting him take me wherever he needed to go.
Wylde surged inside me, fucking me with a savage abandon. Hooking one of my legs over his arm, he changed his angle just enough to trip me into another, surprise orgasm. This time, when I screamed, Wylde did too. His bellow filled the room as his cum filled my pussy. As he held himself deep inside me, I felt his dick pulse with each spurt of cum.
When he was spent, Wylde collapsed over me. His breathing was as heavy as mine. Sweat coated my body. A sweet lethargy stole over me as Wylde clung to me as tightly as I clung to him. He was still fully dressed where I was naked. Well, except for my panties hooked around one ankle where he hadn’t managed to get them off completely.
He rolled us to one side, stroking a lock of my hair off my face where my damp brow held it. As he looked into my eyes, I saw a kind of anguish on his face. He continued to stroke my cheek as tears spilled from his eyes.
“Wylde?”
“Did I hurt you, Dani?” He spoke softly, still stroking my cheek, seemingly oblivious of his own tears.
“Of course not.” I wiped the moisture from his face. “You could never hurt me.”
“I can’t lose you, Dani. I can’t.”
“You won’t.” I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “You’ll never lose me. I’m yours.”
Then he rolled me to my back and put his head on my breasts. With his arms wrapped securely around me, I tangled my hands in Wylde’s silky hair, taking comfort in the sensation.