Wet and Wilde by Tawny Taylor Read Free Book Online

muscles of his stomach, chest and arms tensed and flexed as he moved.
    Amazing.
    The man was built like a god. And he was here. In bed. With her! Clearly she’d done something right to deserve this.
    He chuckled, almost like he knew what she was thinking. “Would you care to do the honors?” He motioned toward his zipper.
    “Absolutely.” Dizzy, giddy, she sat up and unzipped his pants—hey, hadn’t she done that once before?—cramming her hands inside to rest on his very large erection, sheathed in tight cotton athletic boxers. She forced his pants down over his narrow hips, trailing her fingertips over his smooth thighs to the dip at his knee. He finished the job, kicking the pants to the floor.
    Next she worked the underwear. They were tight, hugged his cock and balls with all the love of a mother to her infant. As soon as his glorious shaft was exposed, she felt the twinge of her own impending climax. Hell!
    She closed her eyes, shielding herself from the sight.
    “What’s wrong?” His voice caressed her insides.
    “Nothing.” She sounded like she was being strangled, even to herself.
    He laughed. Then in a swift wrestling-like maneuver, he knocked her flat on her back. She opened her eyes to his hungry expression—a look so full of heat and promise, her whole body tingled. “Are you ready to be fucked?”
    Was she ready? Hell yes! Wasn’t it crystal clear?
    She glanced down at his thick member. Shit! Would he fit? She’d never had someone so huge.
    He forced her knees apart and up, until they couldn’t possibly spread any wider, and then he kneeled before her. “Once I have you, you are mine. Do you understand?”
    With his dick teasing her pussy, she couldn’t give him any answer outside of yes. She didn’t want to think of anyone else ever touching her again. She simply nodded and braced herself.
    He started slowly, drawing circles over her pussy with his thick penis, mocking her by dipping, oh so shallow, inside. In and out. In and out. Circling, teasing. In no time she was breathless, overwhelmed, and damn desperate.
    How much longer would he torture her?
    “Say it,” he murmured.
    “Say what?” She arched her back, tempted to jump up, knock him back and climb on top.
    “Say you will belong to me.”
    “Oh. Hell yes! Anything. Just fuck me.”
    He palmed her face. “I must have you.”
    “You can. Just take me.”
    In the next instant, her breath shot from her lungs as he thrust his thick rod inside. Pleasure-pain shot up her spine, delayed just a moment, and followed by the incredible, breath-stealing feeling of being completely filled by him. Her mind completely shut down as her senses took over. Her eyelids closed, cutting out the sight of him, yet in her mind’s eye, his image remained. His tense expression filled her with urgent need.
    Sounds exploded in her ears. His groans. Her moans. The sound of her own breath whooshing in and out.
    He drew almost completely outside of her and then thrust back inside. Oh God! Her insides churned. Her stomach muscles were so tense they were cramping. Her foot muscles were in spasm, and her thighs opened so wide her hips screamed in protest.
    Jane was in absolute heaven. Her soul danced with the stars.
    “Again!” She lifted her arms overhead, bracing her hands against the wall. “Please, again.”
    He drew back and slammed into her again, several more times. With each thrust she reached an even higher level of tension until she feared every blood vessel in her body would burst.
    He reached with one hand and circled a fingertip over her clit. Hand and dick worked in unison, circling, thrusting, circling, thrusting. His mouth plundered hers. His breath filled her lungs. She pulled him deep inside her spirit, drinking his very essence. The wash of heat flashed over her body as she soared high. Her body clenched and convulsed in a climax like none she’d ever experienced. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, and he increased the pace, slamming into