With a snort, I dip my chin and press my lips against hers, not kissing her, just holding my mouth to hers. “You’re good, sugar.”
She moans, her breath fanning my face on an exhale. “If I told you everything, you wouldn’t think so,” she breathes.
Slanting my head, I take her mouth. My tongue slides across the seam of her lips. She whimpers, opening for me.
Without breaking the kiss, I pop the button on her jeans and slowly tug down her zipper. Pushing the fabric past her curvy hips, over her round ass and as far down her legs as my hands will reach, I then tug the center of her panties to the side.
My finger slowly slides through her folds, gathering the wetness that’s there before I swirl it around her clit. Her hands reach for my shoulders and her short nails dig into my skin from above my t-shirt. She’s slick, hot and ready, fucking needy as she whimpers into my mouth.
With two fingers, I fill her cunt, groaning when her wetness coats my fingers. She’s so fucking warm, her pussy so goddamn ready for my cock it’s almost painful not to slam inside of her right now. Her hips shift, her head falling back against the wall with a thud as she moans my name into the silent room.
Lifting my head from hers, I spin her around, pressing my chest to her back. She tips her hips without me having to even ask her. I should reach into my pocket and check to see if I have an extra condom, but fuck I want to feel all of her around me.
Quickly, I unbutton and shove down my jeans and underwear in one quick move. Wrapping my fingers around the base of my cock, I guide it toward her wet pussy. I don’t drive myself inside like I want to. Instead, I tease her. She rocks her hips back, moaning when the head of my dick hits her clit.
“Wyatt,” she breathes.
Lifting my hand, I bring it down, grinning when the sound of it slapping her plump ass ricochets throughout the empty room. The pink appears immediately on her skin and I can’t hold back my grunt of pleasure at the sight.
Exeter tips her hips back, arching even more, spreading her legs as far as her jeans will allow—begging me, silently begging me to fuck her. Slowly, I oblige, sinking my cock deep inside of her wet cunt. Lowering my head, I place my lips at the side of her neck, sucking then licking her skin.
“I need more,” she begs.
I hum against her. “I know you do, but sugar, you’re gonna have to stop being so fucking combative with me,” I murmur.
“That’s not fair,” she grinds out, attempting to move, to fuck me.
Wrapping my fingers around her hip, I grip her tightly, keeping her still.
“It’s fair. I thought you were a good girl?”
She harrumphs. “You don’t know me.”
Humming, I lick her neck, my tongue tasting the shell of her ear before I whisper, using my other hand to find her clit. Pinching her, she mewls, her thighs shaking slightly as she attempts to stay upright.
“I know enough,” I declare.
She shakes her head, “You don’t,” she insists.
“I want to,” I state.
Exeter looks at me behind her, her blue eyes piercing mine. “You don’t,” she says flatly.
Pinching her clit a little harder, I move, pulling completely out of her, then slowly sinking back inside. Her body accepts me, welcomes me with a long sigh.
“You’re beautiful, kind, loving and caring. That is all I need to know,” I grunt. “Now shut up and take what I’m going to give you,” I grunt.
She makes a noise in the back of her throat, her hips rearing back to meet my thrust. With one hand wrapped around her hip, the other firmly holding on, then circling that sweet clit, I fuck her. Exeter’s head drops, her panting fills the room and I can do nothing other than watch my wet cock slide in and out of her body.
“Faster,” she begs, breathlessly after a few moments. She’s so close, and fuck if my back doesn’t tingle just at the idea of her orgasm. “Please,” she whimpers.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
My fingers move faster between her legs, at the same time my thrusts become harder, wilder, unrelenting. I feel her cunt flutter around my bare cock right before it clamps down around me. She lets out a sigh as her entire body goes rigid.
I release her clit, sliding my hand to grab ahold of her other hip and I rear back, then slam into her. I fuck her, using her sweet body to jack my cock while she gasps with each thrust. When I come, I bury myself deep inside of her, filling her with my release, staying planted until my balls are empty.
“Wyatt?” she breathes, turning her head around again.
My eyes find hers and whatever irritation I had, it immediately disappears. She’s got wetness shimmering in her gaze and my heart fucking bleeds at the sight. “Sugar,” I gruffly grunt, slipping from her body and tug my jeans up over my hips.
She turns to face me, quickly pulling hers up as well. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I tug her against my chest, lowering my face and inhale her scent. Her arms wrap around my neck. “I don’t even know why I was mad,” she breathes.
“Because I fucked Cindy a couple of years ago,” I murmur.
She makes a noise in the back of her throat and I lift my head to look down at her. “I didn’t really forget, but thanks.”
I grin. “You also said you weren’t good, but I just proved you’re very fucking good, sugar.”
She gasps, but I don’t allow her to say anything else. I fill that sweet mouth with my tongue, tasting her, taking from her. She’s mine to take from, and she’ll stay mine, even if she for whatever fucked up reason thinks that she can’t be—she can and she will.
EXETER
My entire body shivers when I think about yesterday with Wyatt. He had the offer signed before we left, after he screwed me with my cheek pressed against the wall. Now, I’m working, and can’t stop thinking about him, about the rest of the night.
We had sex again, and then again before he left for work. I shouldn’t love it as much as I do, but the way he seems to crave me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I love it.
“Oh, you’re in love,” a woman whispers. I shake my head, not even realizing that I’m just standing in her room.
My cheeks feel hot and I know that I’m blushing. “I—I yeah, I guess that I am, falling in that direction at least,” I admit.
She shakes her head. “Well, be careful or you’ll end up right here in a few months,” she chuckles.
I walk over to her chart, pulling it out and make a note that she’s not due for her pain meds yet, then I go about checking her and the baby. All the while, I can’t stop thinking about her mini-warning.
I should have been in her shoes, years ago, but I took care of it. I don’t know that I could do that again, I don’t know that my heart would allow me. I’m an adult now, a baby would be my choice, a conscious choice that I made, not one that was forced on me the way it was years ago.
“Do you have any family coming?” I ask her before I leave.
She shakes her head. “Just me,” she whispers.
My heart aches, not for the first time, as another single mother attempts to put on a brave face for the future that will be rocky and no doubt brutal. Could I do that? Could I be so brave? Even at twenty-five, could I really be that brave? I shake my head, unsure of the answer, and hoping that I never have to find out.