Page 28 of Wild Rivals

“Wow,” she breathes. “That was… intense.”

My voice is a deep rumble in my chest, laced with my lust, when I command, “Take your panties off, Mad.”

She doesn’t acknowledge the change in nickname; instead, without breaking eye contact, she pushes her panties down her thighs before lifting her legs to her chest and slipping them off. She throws them toward me. I catch them, bunching up the scrap of material before I hold it to my nose and inhale. The smell is almost as intoxicating as the woman in front of me. It’s a mix of something uniquely her and a hint of lavender laundry detergent.

And then she spreads her legs and I forget how to breathe.

In front of me is the hottest image I’ve ever seen. Maddie’s pussy is fucking perfection. It’s glistening with her arousal in the low light of the room, perfectly pink and waiting for me.

Maddie arches her back and unhooks her bra before sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it somewhere on the other side of the bed. It lands with a dull thud on the floor, but neither of us acknowledges it. I’m too captivated by the beauty in front of me.

I can’t tear my attention away from her; so, blindly, I pull open the bedside table before dropping her panties inside and searching for a condom. The crinkle of foil beneath my fingers is the only sign that I’ve found one. I pull it out, leaving the drawer open as I rip the foil with my teeth and slide the latex onto my waiting cock.

My movements are hurried and desperate. I feel like a teenager about to hook up with his crush for the first time. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I lasted about that long either. Every inch of my body is aching for my release.

Maddie moves further up the bed to the pillows, resting on her elbows as she watches me. Neither of us says a word. It’s almost as if we’re afraid to break this bubble and bring us crashing back down to reality. We ignore anything but our primal urge for each other.

I climb up her body, dusting kisses across the bare skin of her thighs and stomach. When I reach her breasts, I can’t resist the pink buds of her nipples. I hold one breast in my hand, squeezing it gently as I flick my tongue over her nipple. Maddie holds my head steady, her fingers gripping the strands of hair above my ears as I alternate between grazing my teeth over the buds and soothing them with my tongue.

“Wyatt?” she moans. I look up at her from under my lashes, my tongue still swirling around her nipple. “Come here,” she whispers.

She doesn’t need to ask me twice. Something in her tone has me doing exactly what she asks. I release her nipple with a pop and continue moving up her body until I’m hovering above her and can settle between her legs. She captures my mouth with hers, seeking entry with her tongue, and I willingly grant it.

“Now fuck me,” she whispers against my mouth.

Who am I to deny her?

Our mouths are inches apart when I hook one of her legs over my hip. My cock glides with ease through the wetness of her folds.

There’s no turning back now.

Not that there ever was.

From the moment we kissed, everything around us shifted. It might go back to normal when this is over, but for now, the slickness and heat from her pussy and what comes next is all I can focus on.

This is it. I line my cock up with her entrance and thrust forward, robbing the air from her lungs as I grit my teeth.

Holy fuck, she’s tight. And perfect.

So fucking perfect that it’s hard to think.

I hold still until Maddie’s nails dig into the flesh on my ass as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her warm vanilla scent.

“Wyatt. Move. Please,” she pleads.

God, this is too much but not enough at the same time.

The first roll of my hips is tentative, testing the feel of her and how strong my self-control is. I feel the warning tingling of my impending orgasm at the base of my spine and grind my back teeth as I pull out of her a little.

She kisses a path along my jaw and down the column of my throat, where she alternates between sucking and nipping at my flesh. Everything about her is driving me to the edge of insanity. I almost need her to stop, but I’m not sure I can speak the words. Or if I really want to.

There’s no way I’m lasting more than a few seconds, based on how I’m barely holding on right now.

Her walls spasm gently around me, and a bead of sweat runs down my temple. Maybe we need to change positions. Fuck. I thrust forward, then pull back before repeating the movement, my grip tightening on her hip.

I’m so close to coming, and hardly any time has passed since I slid into her. If I’m not careful, I’ll never hear the end of how I was nothing more than a two-pump chump.

Yeah, like she’ll tell anyone.