UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,100
my cock against her warm center. “Please,” Leighton whispers. “Please, Wilder.”
“Fuck,” I groan as I push completely inside of her.
Instead of moving my hand away completely, I circle her clit with my fingers, wanting to bring her toward a second release. I need her to come again, this time while I’m buried inside of her. I want to feel her squeeze me before I leave.
Continuing to play with that sweet nub of hers, I bury my face at the side of her neck, shifting my hips and being careful not to take her too hard. She’s still pulsing around my cock, her pussy trying to milk me, but I’m not ready yet. I want her there again, I want it all—I want everything from her.
We don’t speak, our bodies moving, and doing all of the talking that needs to happen between us. This isn’t the fast fuck that we had against the wall, or the make-up sex we had in her room. This is different. This is me showing her what she means to me. Which is fucking everything.
She thinks she’s sloppy seconds, she has no fucking idea that she’s the first woman I have ever felt anything for. I like Della, always have, I’ve been obsessed with others, but I’ve never felt anything other than lust for them, and with Leighton, it’s different.
“Mi reina,” I rasp. “Come again for me, Leigh.”
My fingers move faster, my cock keeping with the same even pace, it’s almost excruciating. I want to pound into her, to fuck her so hard that I lose all sense of control. But I can’t do that, she’s pregnant and anyway, that’s not what this is.
This is about me expressing what I can’t say aloud. This is me giving her what she needs, or at least trying. I want to fucking try. Deep down inside of me, I want to fucking try for both of us. I think that we both need this—need each other.
Leighton moans, her pussy flutters against me as her hips start to jerk against my fingers. I growl, clenching my jaw as I fuck her a little harder.
Moving my hips, I thrust up into her, my fingers pinching, rolling and rubbing her clit, my lips pressed against the side of her neck as I breathe through my nose.
She sighs right before she lets out a cry and she comes. Fucking yes. Fucking. Yes. I bury myself deep inside of her, and I fill her with my release on my own groan. We stay there, our panting breaths filling the empty room, my eyes closed as I attempt to catch my breath.
“Mi reina,” I rasp against her neck.
She turns her head slightly to look up at me. “Morning,” she whispers.
“Morning.” I grin, touching my lips to hers before I shift from inside of her.
I don’t roll away, not like I typically would, instead, I gather her in my arms and pull her against my side. “It’s weird,” I begin, but I don’t finish my thought immediately.
With a hum, she looks up and I catch her gorgeous fucking eyes with mine. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through her hair, gently tugging on the ends every so often.
“What is, Wilder?”
I’m quiet for a moment, loving the way her hard belly feels against my side, the way her soft tits press against me and the feel of my cum leaking from her body onto my leg. It’s all so much fucking better than I ever could have imagined it being.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am in this exact moment,” I admit.
Maybe I shouldn’t say it aloud. Maybe I should keep it to myself, but if I can’t tell my woman, who can I tell? My woman. Mine. Leighton is that too and soon she’s going to be Leighton Lopez and fuck me, does that sound really goddamn good.
Her eyes search mine, moving from side to side as she looks deep into my gaze, then finally, her lips turn up into a small smile.
“Yeah, I feel the same way,” she whispers.
“But?”
She presses her lips together, and I know that there is a but there, I also think that I probably know exactly what it is, however, I want to hear it from her gorgeous lips myself. She inhales a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment before she reopens them.
“I’m afraid as soon as you leave, that the spell will be broken, again.”