Page 66 of Wild Mistake
“Oh, my God!” She laughs, bracing her hands on my shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I lift my gaze. “Fuck. You tried to take me out with your tits?”
“Yeah, well, I want to win.”
“Who needs weapons of mass destruction when you have these.” I cup her breasts and flick my thumbs across her nipples.
She sucks in a sharp breath.
I only have one shoe on and my pants are hanging off my hips. But that doesn’t stop me from lowering my lips and pulling one of Sarah’s nipples into my mouth. Kissing, sucking, stroking, I can’t drag myself away.
“Are you cheating?” She gasps as one of my hands moves to her hip.
I step forward, moving her ass to the edge of the mattress, and push her onto her back. I stand and reach for her leg, undoing the laces that caused her to trip and tossing her boot to the floor. “Is it working?” I reach for her sock and peel it off.
She pushes up on her elbows and watches me tug off the other shoe and sock. “You play dirty, Aiden.”
“Oh, I forfeit.” I pull at her jeans.
She lifts her hips off the mattress and wriggles her hips, sending her panties off with her jeans. “Well, that’s no fun.”
“Oh, we’re gonna have lots of fun.”
“Promises. Promises.”
I make quick work of my remaining clothes. “You don’t believe me?” Reaching for her ankles, I tug her body.
“What are you—” Her question dies as I drop to my knees and situate her thighs on my shoulders.
“Oh.” She grins, pressing her lips together.
I kiss my way up her inner thighs, to the center where her pussy is glistening wet. My mouth waters with anticipation to taste her. I’m an addict who can’t get enough.
Her muscles flex as she attempts to get my mouth where she wants it, but I tease her a little longer, scraping the scruff of my beard along her sensitive skin.
I band my arms around her legs, holding her steady as my lips finally make contact with her clit.
“Oh!”
Kissing. Sucking. Licking. The smack of my lips mixes with her sexy moans and creates the most erotic sounds. Her gasps of pleasure send waves of heat down my spine, spurring me on. My cock throbs, dying for attention, but I refuse to stroke myself. Not yet.
“Aiden.” Sarah says my name on a groan.
“What is it, baby?” I lift my head, my fingers taking the place of my mouth. “What do you need?”
“More.” She pants. “I want to ride you.”
Fuck, yeah.
“My face or my cock?” With one of her legs over my shoulder, I let the other hang off the ledge of the bed so I can pump my fingers inside her. In and out, harder and faster, I mimic the movements my dick is aching to replace.
“I need your cock.”
Fuck. Those words from her breathless mouth will fuel my fantasies for months to come.
“Yes.” I remove my fingers from her pussy. I move to the nightstand and dig into the top drawer, retrieving the bottle of lube I use for self-pleasure. Climbing over her, I lie back on the center of the bed and flip the lid open on the bottle. “Sarah, I want you to ride me.”
“Okay.” Her cheeks flush with a shade of pink as she bows her head. Carefully, she straddles my hips. As she hovers over my erection, I quickly pour lube into my hand and spread it over her entrance.
