Ridin' Solo (Sisters From Hell Book 1), Marika Ray [librera reader txt] 📗

that, huh?” he teased back automatically. “Not the vibrator or the dildo?”

I shook my head nice and slow, giving his cock a tug from root to tip, lingering on the fat head. “Nah. I want the real thing.”

Wyatt finally caught the fever, pushing me back and stripping my panties down my legs in a hurry. I whimpered at the loss of his cock in my grip, but it quickly turned into a sigh as he dove headfirst between my legs, hooking my knees over his shoulders. His tongue swiped up my slit, and I tossed my head back against the hard countertop.

“Oh God, yes,” I breathed.

His tongue flicked back and forth on my clit before he sucked the whole thing in his mouth. I grabbed a handful of hair and felt him grunt between my legs. He flattened his tongue and swiped again, his finger finding its way inside me, only adding to the sensations pulsing faster and faster. His head popped up to smile up at me, the triumph in his expression more than I could take at the moment. I was too close to orgasm to be trifled with over who was right and who was wrong about the real thing being better. I pushed his head back between my legs and the fucker chuckled the entire way through the orgasm that ripped through me moments later. His tongue had to be some sort of magic.

I lay sprawled on the kitchen island as he stood back. Blinking my eyes, I rolled my head to watch him scramble about the kitchen, opening drawers in a mad rush, one hand on his dick like a muzzle.

“What are you…”

“It’s here somewhere.” Wyatt pulled something from a drawer and held it up in the air. “Ah ha!”

I raised an eyebrow. “You keep condoms in a junk drawer?”

He rolled it on and didn’t answer, which was fine by me. I was fascinated with the journey. I couldn’t care less where he kept his condoms.

Wyatt came back between my legs, grabbing my hand and helping me off the counter. He leaned in close like he was going to kiss me, but stopped just shy of my lips.

“Turn around, Captain.”

Oh shit. There was something about the command in that deep voice of his that I was afraid could make me do anything. I’d just orgasmed harder than I had in my whole life, and I would totally beg for more if that’s what he wanted me to do.

I turned around slowly, his dick bobbing and hitting me in the back. Wyatt gathered my hair around his fist and leaned in right by my ear. “Hands on the counter,” he whispered.

I shivered, but did what I was told, spreading my legs and preening so my ass now pushed back on him. He rewarded me with a tug on my hair, the pull just shy of painful. At this angle, I could see him over my shoulder. See the way his gaze caressed every inch of my backside. The rise and fall of his chest. The way he fisted his cock and stroked it roughly. The muscles of his arm bunching and straining as he held my hair. I could feel my own desire dripping down my thighs.

Begging him to take me was on my lips, a millisecond away from being verbalized, when he notched himself against me and slid all the way in, one glorious inch at a time. I breathed out hard, battling the instinct to move away as he stretched me. It had been a long time, and I’d never been with someone his size. Wyatt paused, giving me time to adjust, his free hand trailing up my body and playing with my breasts until my breathing evened out. He grabbed my hip with one hand, pulling all the way out, and then thrust back in so hard the island rattled.

I gasped, and he leaned over me. “Okay?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Fuck, yes, I was okay. Too good. Too full. Too sensitive. Ready to explode again, just having his cock inside me. He dragged his cock back, the slide making me grip the counter hard. He slid back in forcefully, then out. His pace increased, and I shuddered, breathing hard and trying to hold back the orgasm I knew was a hair trigger away. I’m pretty sure I heard something tip and crash over inside the cabinet below us, but all I could think about was wave after wave of pleasure that filtered through every cell in my body.

His hand released my hair, and he held my hips in a death grip. Then one hand left me, reaching between my legs to stroke my clit. One last bruising thrust and I tipped over the edge, my knees buckling and the world fading away. My soul shattered and flew in all directions, my cares tossed aside to make way for a tidal wave of pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head and I was pretty sure something came out of my mouth. Long moments later, my eyes blinked open, and I found my cheek pressed against the cold counter.

“Stay with me,” Wyatt gritted out, thrusting into my sensitive flesh one last time before stilling.

He grunted something I couldn’t make out, his chest coming to meet my back, his cock swelling as he unloaded. Harsh breathing filled my senses, and I wondered if I’d ever be the same again.

Eventually the air cooled, and our breathing slowed down. Wyatt straightened, pulling me up gently and holding me upright against his chest. Long strands of hair stuck to my sweaty cheek. My brain swam in the aftershocks of pleasure, not yet panicking over what we’d done.

“Still think ridin’ solo is better?” he whispered against my ear, his cock still inside me.

Goose bumps racing down my flesh and muscles spasming around his cock were all the answer he needed to sport a cocky grin.

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