telling me he enjoyed this just as much as I did.
And still, his hips pistoned against me.
And that was when I came for him.
I felt that tightening of my body, that tingle move up my spine and outward to my fingertips and toes. I was this cacophony of colors and sounds, lights and flashes… pleasure and pain. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out and brushing against Wilder’s chest, the pleasure consuming me. And still, he thrust against me; still, he suckled at my throat.
I was going numb from how intense it was, and I knew it was only the beginning. I knew Wilder would give me so much more. It was when the orgasm faded and reality came rushing back that I opened my eyes, realizing I was clutching him brutally. He stopped moving against me, and the gentleness I saw on his face, the look of pleasured wonder that he’d been the one to make me come, was written on his face.
He looked mesmerized.
I felt his chest brushing against mine rapidly, harshly as he breathed roughly.
“God, Zoey,” he growled, resting his forehead against mine, groaning softly. “The look of you getting off, the fact that I’m the one who gave you that ecstasy, makes me feel so… possessive. I lifted my hands and smoothed my fingers over his bulging muscles. The sheer power I felt under my fingers astounded me.
“We’re just getting started,” he grunted out, and before I knew what was happening, he flipped me onto my belly and smoothed his big, calloused hands along the length of my back and over my ass. He gripped my waist and hauled me up, so I was now on my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder at him, feeling dizzy, knowing I’d pass out from the sensations moving through me if he wasn’t still holding onto me. He moved one hand up and down the center of my back again as if he couldn’t stop touching me then trialed a finger along the dip of my spine, causing my flesh to pucker in response and desire.
“You sure about this?” The way he said those words made me feel like he forced them out, like he didn’t want to ask me but wanted to be sure.
I nodded. “Yes.” I couldn’t drag my gaze off him. He closed his eyes for a second, the muscles in his body standing in stark relief under the shadows and dim light in the room.
“Fuck, I should be gentle,” he muttered to himself.
“I want you.” I knew I wouldn’t have to elaborate what that meant. I didn’t need gentle or sweet. I didn’t ask for that. I just wanted Wilder to give me everything he was, so I didn’t have to think about anything else but this moment.
When he was positioned behind me the way the wanted, when he had me exactly where he wanted me, the heat that came from his body could have scorched my skin, could have set me on fire. It was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but even more so when I watched him lift his arm, his hand open, and then he brought his palm right down across my ass.
I cried out loudly, thankful we were alone, because no doubt if anyone would have been in the house, they would’ve heard.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “So fucking hot.” He smoothed his hand over my flesh, easing the sting away. He looked into my eyes when he spanked me again. My mouth opened on its own as I sucked in a gasp. Blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area.
I wanted more.
And with this spanking, every time he brought his palm down on my ass, I watched him unravel even more. Wilder alternated between the cheeks, staring into my face the entire time.
“Does it surprise you that you like this, baby?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He hummed in approval and kept smoothing his hands over the globes, squeezing them intermittently, spanking them back and forth, those flashes of heat and pain, pleasure and ecstasy, building that climax in me all over again. And when he pressed his hips forward, so I felt the rock-hard, hot length of him settle between my legs again, a groan spilled from me. His cock felt so hot, velvet over steel, his pre-cum spilling from the tip and searing my flesh in the best of ways. I wanted that thickness deep inside my body. I clenched in need for it.
“I’m going to fuck