Thirty-Four

Oakley

When my eyes opened, I found myself cocooned in Wilder’s warmth. His arm around me, his leg thrown over mine, and his breath hot against my ear. I was sure I could die happy right now.

Last night had been magical. At least for me. He’d made me come with his mouth twice before he brought me to a climax two more times while buried inside of me.

I wanted to stay here and enjoy this, but the clock by his bed said it was 6:33, and I needed to get back to my room before Sarah woke up and caught me in her dad’s room.

I was positive my sleeping in here had not been his plan, but we’d sexually exhausted ourselves and passed out from it. The smile on my face was going to be hard to dampen today.

There hadn’t ever been a time in my life when I felt like I had last night. Every fantasy I’d had seemed to come true. Every wish I’d made silently, never believing it would happen, and every daydream I had tortured myself with over the years—I had it all last night. Because I had been with Wilder.

I started to slip out of his hold, but he tightened his arm.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

He wasn’t ready to let go of me, and that felt amazing. He wanted me here.

“It’s after six,” I said softly.

“She sleeps until eight,” he replied in his sleep-raspy voice.

I snuggled back against him and sighed in contentment. This was perfect. It was all I had ever wanted. Wilder. To be his. For him to be mine.

His hand began to move down until he tucked it between my legs. His leg no longer pinned mine down, and he nudged my thighs open.

“I want to feel my cum leaking out of you.” His deep voice so close to my ear made me shiver. Or maybe it was his words.

When I opened my legs for him, he made a deep growl in his chest and eased his middle finger inside of me. I rolled onto my back as he shifted to prop himself up onto his side. I looked up at his face, and for a moment, there was something in his dark gaze that took my breath away. It was gone too soon though, but only because he lowered his head until his lips brushed against mine.

I shoved my fingers into his hair and held him there. The way he kissed me always let me give in to my wishful thinking that he could love me again. That I hadn’t lost him forever. His mouth seemed hungry for more, as if he couldn’t get enough.

He pulled back, and the brown of his eyes were almost black. “Get on top of me, Oakley.” His words were a husky command. “I want to see you come while you’re riding me.”

I nodded, the rush of desire tingling throughout my body. He lay back, and I turned over, climbing on top, like he wanted. I stayed on my knees for a moment just so I could look down at him. The sexy, masculine definition of his jawline, his full lips, and his hooded eyes. All of it made me ache for him.

When I eased down, taking his erection in my hand and angling it so I could sink it inside of me, a low hiss escaped him, and his abs flexed. He was beautiful, and right now, in this room, he was mine. I could at least allow myself that.

His size stretched me, and I let out a soft moan as the pleasure from him filling me began to consume my thoughts.

“Fuck, Oakley. When I think you can’t look any more beautiful, I find out how wrong I am.” His words were sweet, but the way he’d said them sounded as if it was painful. Like he wished it weren’t true.

I shoved my insecurities aside and placed my hands on his chest, feeling him tense at my touch. Lifting my body, I began to slowly move up and down, taking my time with the speed in which I did it. I wanted to savor the power I felt, being able to please myself with his body.

His hands slid up my thighs and reached around to grab my butt. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Let me see your gorgeous face as you get off on my cock.”

I wouldn’t last long if he started talking like that.

His hand came down on my right butt cheek hard, and the loud smack startled and excited me at the same time. My mouth fell open in a gasp, and he grinned up at me wickedly.

“That’s for making me want you so damn bad,” he said.

His left hand landed on my other butt cheek, and my clit throbbed. “That’s for being a naughty angel who makes me crazy.”

My nails dug into his abs, and I moaned, my pace quickening.

“You like being spanked?” he asked, his breathing giving away just how close he was to his climax.

“Yes,” I replied, riding him harder now. “By you,” I added.

His hands grabbed my waist then, and he began controlling me. Moving me up and down on his cock, fast and hard. His breathing loud and ragged.

“Fuck, Oakley. I can’t get inside you deep enough. I want to stay buried in this tight little cunt.”

That was it for me. My orgasm crested, and I cried out his name as the bliss curled through me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he shouted, then rocked his hips up into me and stilled as his body shook.

The warmth of his release filled me, and my pussy squeezed around him, wanting to take it all.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, then reached up and pulled me down onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

We lay there like that while our breathing slowed.

Had I ever wanted anything this much in my life?

I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent.

I would beg him to love me if I thought it would help. But I knew you couldn’t force someone to love you. I’d tried that many times in my youth. First with my dad, then my stepmom, and finally him.

No one had ever wanted to keep me.