Wealthy and Wanted - Alexa Riley Page 0,20

can’t take it. I roll us over so I’m on my knees, and I can pin her pussy down.

“Stop trying to take it away,” I scold, leaning down and tonguing her pussy once more.

I feel her sucking my dick again, and I swear I almost lose consciousness. It’s all I can do to keep my weight off of her as I eat her and get my cock sucked at the same time.

If she had any intentions of leaving me before, it’s not fucking happening now. Ever.

One long lick between her folds and she’s raising her hips to meet my mouth. I suck on her clit and flick my tongue over it at the same time, and I feel her mouth move away from my cock as she cries out.

Her orgasm this time is longer and harder than the first, and I feel like a god. I gave this to her, and I intend on doing it over and over until she can’t use her legs to try and walk out of my life.

As I slowly taste her to stretch out the pleasure as much as possible, I feel her hands on my cock. I’m already so primed that only a simple tug has my cum shooting between us and all over her breasts. I look down and watch as ribbons of cum splash across her, and she watches in fascination.

When my legs can’t hold me up any longer, I fall to her side and try to catch my breath. We’re both naked and dirty with our walls down, and I’ve never felt more connected to someone in my life. Sharing something so raw and real makes me look at her with different eyes. She’s impossibly more beautiful covered in my cum, and all I want to do right now is hold her.

Like that first time I saw her in my kitchen, visions of just embracing her in my arms flash in my mind. I get up off the floor and then pick her up and carry her to the bed. When she tries to pull the blanket up to cover her, I shake my head.

“Not tonight, beautiful girl.” I touch her chin and trace my thumb over it. I can’t stop looking at her. “Nothing between us tonight.”

She nods as she curls into my body, and I wrap my arms around her. I could close my eyes right now and have the best night of my life, but instead I spend hours just watching her sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Dotty

I can’t stop smiling as Clay kisses down my spine, and I roll over wanting to kiss him too. We spent hours kissing each other last night. I think sometimes we’d nod off only to wake up and start kissing again.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says lazily, his lips pulling into a half-smile. His dark hair is a mess from me running my fingers through it.

“Hey, yourself.”

This time when his lips touch mine, it’s lazy and slow. His tongue caresses me with each stroke, and I remember that wicked thing between my thighs. I still can’t believe the pleasure he gave me, the need I had to do the same to him. It tossed away any shyness I might have had, and we shared something more powerful than I could have imagined.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, loving the feel of our naked bodies pressed into each other. He pulls his mouth away but changes his mind a moment later, and he’s kissing me again. He gives a reluctant groan before he finally stops.

“Keep your hold on me, baby. Don’t let go…”

“I wasn't planning on it.” He picks me up and carries me toward the bathroom.

His steps falter when I nibble on his neck a little too hard and his cock, trapped between us, jerks. I feel the pre-cum on his cock smearing all over my skin, and I groan.

My nipples tighten against his hard chest as I think about Clay putting his mark on me. Around here they put a brand on cattle so they can’t be taken and sold. If Clay branded me, then maybe no one could take me from him. What would happen if I didn't go back? Would they toss my sister to Judge next?

I want to cry because my options of marrying Judge or making my sister do it are pretty freaking terrible. What if Kat came here to stay—would Clay even let her? I think he might if he knew it would mean I could stay too.