Page 10 of Wild

Interesting choice of words. Not,I’ll wear protection.Or,Yes, I have condoms.As if he took pride in keeping me safe from his sperm or diseases or anything else that came my way.

It made sense. Colton was a military hero. He dedicated his life to Americans’ safety. He probably gloried in any opportunity to protect a woman. It made me even more sure I’d done the right thing by not telling him my name. He was a man of honor, even though he was pinning me naked to a bed. He lived by rules and codes. I didn’t think he’d be so quick to spend the night in a motel room with me if he knew I was Boyd’s soon-to-be little sister.

It probably messed with his plans for a wild night and nothing more.

He scraped his teeth over my nipple, then sucked it until I felt the answering tug in my core. What would he do with me, exactly? A flood of torrid images flashed through my mind. Would he tie me up? Put me on my knees to suck his dick? I loved the fact that he was in charge. There was none of the awkward figuring stuff out I’d experienced with partners before. He wasn’t a high school or college boy.

He was all man.

I twisted my wrists in his hand. Not because I wanted to get free, more because I wanted to feel his strength. “I’ll bet you’re good with knots,” I observed.

“Knots?” His lips twitched and he looked up at me. “You want me to tie you up, little girl?”

I both wanted it and was terrified of it at the same time. What if I hated it, and then I was trapped? What if it hurt?

Also, I didn’t want to be calling the shots here. There was freedom in just letting him run the show.

“I want…” Hmm. I didn’t know what I wanted, beyond that I wanted a sexual experience unlike any I’ve ever had.

He dropped his head to my other nipple and flicked his tongue. “What do you want, sweetness?”

“Um…”

“I know what you like,” Colton said, like he’d arrived at a decision.

Thank God. I felt relieved but didn’t understand how. “You do?”

He rolled me to my belly, then lifted my hips in the air, slapping my ass with a resounding smack.

“Ow!” I protested but then wiggled my hips. It stung, but a good kind of sting. A give-me-more kind of pain.

He stroked his hand over my smarting flesh, soothing away the tingle, then slapped my offended cheek again.

“Mmm.” He rubbed between my legs, and I could tell my folds were flooded with moisture. “That made you so wet, little girl. Your ass is already pink from those swats I gave you earlier. I think you like a little pain with your pleasure.”

He slapped the other cheek, not as hard.

“Mmm,” I agreed, wiggling my hips. I’d never been spanked before. Ever. I had no idea it got me hot.

He gave a sharper smack. “Use your words, sweetness. You want more?”

I waggled my ass. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl.”

He peppered my ass with light spanks—the fun kind. Not too hard, but enough to make me gasp and pant. The warmer my butt got, the hotter the fire in my core. I knew I was dripping all over his fingers. I’d never been this wet before. Nothing in my limited experience—either with a guy or self-loving—had wound my crank like this. I burned everywhere and nothing,nothing, would ease that flame but his cock inside me. I just knew it.

“P-please,” I gasped, dropping to my forearms. I rubbed my aching nipples over the sheets.

He slapped a little harder. “What do you need, little girl?”

“I want you in me,” I pleaded, then bit my lip. I was close to coming just from this alone.

His chuckle was dark. “That’s where I wanna be, too, sweetness.” He slid his fingers through my slick folds making me moan, then gave another spank.

I watched over my shoulder as he freed his sizable erection. Oh. My. God.

“Like what you see?” he asked, gripping the base in a tight fist and stroking. He was thick and long, the broad head an angry color. Pre-cum beaded at the slit at the top, and I licked my lips.