by Erika Wilde
Arousal darkened her eyes, and he could feel her trembling with anticipation, her body and mind already yielding to him, and her sweet submission damn near stole his breath and strangled his cock. Yeah, so fucking perfect, and he was going to grant Elle’s wish and show her what it felt like to be dominated by a man. By him.
He sealed his lips over hers in a kiss that was immediately hot, deep, and full of indecent intent. She opened to him, and he speared his tongue inside, possessing her mouth, and to his immense satisfaction, she met him stroke for stroke. He savored the taste of her, the scent of her growing lust seeping from her pores and infusing every breath he took, and the needy sounds she made in the back of her throat. He groaned when she brazenly arched her body to try and rub her breasts against his chest, and the hard, teasing points of her nipples seared his skin.
Releasing her hair, he slid his flattened palm down the slope of her collarbone until he reached her breast. He cupped the mound, squeezing and kneading for a moment, then plucked her nipple just firmly enough that she writhed restlessly beneath him.
He ended the kiss, gently tugging on her lower lip with his teeth before lifting his head and staring down at her flushed face. He gave her a slow, sinful smile as he once again tugged on the sensitive knot of flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. In a reflexive reaction, her arms jerked from where they were restrained, but remained secure.
“Is that what you want, greedy girl?” he murmured, and she cried out—not in pain but bliss—when he twisted the pebbled nub a little harder. “Or maybe you’d prefer this instead?”
He shifted a little lower on her body, his thighs now astride hers and his mouth level with her breasts. He licked her nipple softly, playfully, swirling around the areola with delicate flutters of his tongue.
Sexy, frustrated noises escaped her, and she began thrashing impatiently on the bed. “Oh, God, Hunter, please . . .”
Whatever she needed, he wanted to hear her ask for it. Wanted to hear the filthy, dirty words to make it happen. “Please, what, Just Elle?” he urged, his tongue still teasing her taut, puckered flesh.
“Suck my nipples,” she said, surprising him with her shameless plea, but she wasn’t done shocking him yet. “I need . . . I want . . . you to bite them. Make them hurt.”
Fuuucck. Her request spiraled straight to his dick, making it throb relentlessly where it was pressed against her lace-covered mound. Giving her what she’d so brazenly asked for, he closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it hard and deep. He clamped his teeth around the stiff peak with just enough pressure to pinch and ache, delivering the erotic sting of pain she’d begged for. She yelped but didn’t stop him, so he did it again, and again, until she was panting wildly and delirious with the need twisting through her.
Knowing her nipples were excruciatingly tender from his ministrations, he moved lower, taking a quick moment to strip off her panties and tossing them somewhere onto the floor. He pushed her legs wide apart to make room for him in between, then settled on his stomach and placed hot, wet, biting kisses along her trembling inner thighs until she was chanting his name like a prayer. By the time he reached his destination, he was starved for the fucking taste of her pussy.
The moment the hot, honeyed sweetness of her hit his tongue and the intoxicating scent of her filled his senses, he went at her like a man possessed, his hunger for Elle sharp and all-consuming. He devoured her, eating at her ravenously. He slid his hands beneath her ass to angle her hips higher so he could lick more of her and fuck her deeper with his tongue, her throaty moans urging him on.
His own arousal wound fist-tight in his stomach, and he rubbed his
throbbing cock against the mattress as he sucked her clit and grazed his teeth over that sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hips wantonly gyrated harder against his mouth, shamelessly chasing the stroke of his tongue as she begged him to make her come.
Bringing his fingers into play, he plunged two of them inside her, sinking in as far as he could go. She shuddered and her body instinctively clenched tight around the unexpected breach, then gradually softened around his fingers as he dragged them in and out of her and continued to fuck her, wanting nothing more than her to come against his mouth.
A handful of seconds later, she did, his name falling from her lips on a scream of ecstasy as her orgasm pulsed through her, around his fingers, and against his tongue. It wasn’t until he’d wrung every spasm, shiver, and whimper of pleasure out of Elle that he quickly moved completely over her. His hips settled between her spread legs, and the heavy, aching tip of his cock pushed insistently against her slick, hot center as his mouth crashed over hers, opening her wide for his needy, hungry kiss. She didn’t hesitate to let him past her parted lips, just as her body welcomed the hard, driving thrust of his cock as he buried himself eight inches deep inside her.
A long, low crooning sound vibrated against his lips as she accepted all of him, and he groaned when she wrapped her legs around his hips, taking him impossibly deeper. The way she offered herself up to him so uninhibitedly shattered his control, unleashing the wild, aggressive animal inside of him that he’d kept concealed for so fucking long.
He broke the kiss and twisted her hair in his fingers again, tugging her head back and forcing her to look into his eyes so she knew exactly what was about to happen. That this was her one chance to stop him before he unleashed the ferocious, savage hunger clawing its way to the surface.
His jaw clenched against the intense wave of heated lust gathering force inside of him. “This is going to be uncivilized and rough, because I fucking need you,” he said in a gravelly, strained voice, shocking himself with the last part of his admission, even if it was the truth. He hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud.
Her gaze softened, so vulnerable yet trusting. She could have told him to stop, to release her wrists and let her go, but instead she selflessly gave herself to the needy, desperate man he’d just exposed to her.
“Do it, Hunter,” she whispered encouragingly. “Fuck me as hard as you need to. I’m not going to break.”
As soon as her consent fell from her lips, the last bit of his control snapped. He reached up to the headboard, curled his fingers around the slats right above her bound hands for better leverage, and started thrusting. He rammed his steely length in and out of her tight sheath, creating deep shock waves of erotic sensations that stole his breath and made him want to lose himself completely in this woman. Her silken inner walls squeezed around his aching cock like a tight fist as he quickened his pace, then gripped him in slick, wet heat as he withdrew all the way to the sensitive head before shoving his way back into that bit of heaven . . . each time striking faster, grinding harder, plunging deeper, until she was arching beneath him and crying out in ecstasy from his merciless fucking.
She gasped and moaned helplessly as he deliberately rubbed across her clit at just the right angle, once . . . twice . . . three times.
Seemingly powerless to deny her body’s reaction to that friction, she trembled beneath him, her legs tensing around his waist as her eyes glazed over with another round of rapture.
“Oh, God, Hunter,” she uttered around her panting breaths as she stared helplessly up at him. “I’m going to come again.”
“Do it, beautiful girl,” he urged with another roll of his hips, another abrasive thrust. God, she felt incredible, her soft, lush body made explicitly for his pleasure, and Jesus Christ, he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
As if her body was his to command, she tipped her head back and moaned, and in the next few seconds, he felt her pussy grip his shaft as she started to climax. Those deep, internal spasms milked the come right out of his cock in hot, heavy spurts that tore caveman-like grunts from his chest.
Scalding desire seared down his spine, and every muscle in his body jerked at the intensity of his release . . . to the extent that he wondered if Elle had ruined him for any other woman.
Chapte
r 6
Once Hunter had recovered from that earth-shattering orgasm and he was no longer gasping for breath, he moved off Elle and stood by the side of the bed. She was still tied up, but she looked up at him with a soft, content smile that made something in the vicinity of his heart stammer a bit because he was actually reluctant to let her go, even though that’s what they’d agreed upon. Hell, no strings was a requirement for him with the women he fucked, so why did this one make him want to reconsider that rule?
Needing a few minutes to himself to regroup, he released her arms from the headboard, rubbing her wrists for a moment to make sure her circulation was okay and there were no marks before letting her hands go because the gesture suddenly seemed so . . . intimate.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, escaping into the adjoining bathroom to take care of the condom and to give himself some breathing room.
After washing his hands and drying them, he braced them on the vanity and stared at his reflection in the mirror, and the calm, replete man looking back at him was a surprise to see. Normally, after sex with a random woman, he felt . . . nothing. Physical release and satisfaction were a given, of course, but this longing to spend more time with Elle? Well, that wasn’t a normal desire for him, but he already knew that she was different from any other woman he’d been with. She was sweet. Kind. Vulnerable. And the way she’d reacted to his kisses, his touch, his body driving so relentlessly inside of hers—not to mention trusting him to restrain her—it was as though they’d been lovers for years, instead of strangers who’d just met at the Wilder Way ball.
And despite knowing he’d be smart to end the night right here, he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
He exhaled a deep breath and scrubbed a hand along the stubble already showing up on his jaw, deciding there was only one thing for him to do. He was going to spend the next couple of hours fucking her out of his system, and if that didn’t work, then maybe, possibly, he’d just have to see her again.
For more sex, of course.
Satisfied with that plan, he walked out of the bathroom to find Elle already off the bed and bending down to pick up her panties from the floor. She quickly slipped them on and turned to face him, her face still pink and flushed from her recent orgasm. Her dress was in the other room, and now that he’d literally seen every inch of her, she didn’t bother crossing her arms over her full breasts, and his cock already twitched at the dirty, filthy thoughts filling his mind and what he wanted to do to her next.
He tipped his head to the side, regarding her playfully. “What are you doing, Just Elle? I don’t believe I told you that you could get dressed. I’ve decided that I’m not done with you yet.”
Her mouth twitched with a smile at his arrogant comment as she waved a hand toward the bed. “There is no denying that was great,” she said, clearly indicating the way he’d fucked her and how many times he’d brought her to orgasm. “Phenomenal, actually, and probably the best I’ve ever had.”
“Probably?” he drawled, amusement tinging his voice as he stepped closer. “You sound uncertain. Maybe I need to tie you up again and see what I can do to erase any doubt you might have in your mind about just how good we are together?” So good his dick was already hard for her again.
She backed up until her ass hit the mattress and she had nowhere left to go . . . except back up onto his bed. “Okay, it was the best, hands down, but I need to go.”
“Why?” Part of her hair was still secured at the back of her head, but most of it had fallen down around her pretty face, and he reached out and smoothed a few strands away from her cheek, letting his fingers linger on her smooth skin. “Do you turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight?”
She laughed. “No,” she said, her tone light and teasing despite the subtle sadness that passed through her eyes. “But I definitely have the evil stepmother and sisters for that particular fairy tale.”
She turned her gaze from his, as if she’d said more than she’d intended, although Hunter already knew that her stepmother and sisters were hateful women, though he couldn’t imagine why they’d despise someone as sweet and kind as Elle. He wanted to ask, wanted to know everything about her, wanted to put those other women in their rightful place . . . and the fact that he was feeling so protective of Elle took him completely off guard. The realization that he wasn’t running scared was another anomaly he wasn’t prepared to dissect, because the reality of the situation remained. He wasn’t looking for anything serious. His mangled heart had nothing left to offer a woman . . . but his body, well, that had a lot of pleasure left to give to Elle.
“I’ve never done this kind of thing before,” she said softly, cutting into his thoughts. “And even though tonight was the best fairy tale a girl could ever ask for, I really should go.”
“How about I convince you to stay?” He gave her a charming, persuasive smile. “Just a little longer?”
She shook her head, so much stronger than he was when it came to resisting this chemistry between them, though the longing in her gaze contradicted her attempt to end the night. “Hunter, it’s really not a good idea—”
“You’re wrong,” he said, his voice low and husky and determined. “It’s a great idea.”
To prove his point, he looked directly into her eyes and splayed a hand on her belly, then deliberately slid his way down into her panties. Despite her recent orgasms, she gasped as his fingers rubbed across her sensitive clit, and as he stroked deeper, she moaned and her body swayed unerringly toward his, seeking more of his touch.
A satisfied smile curved his lips as he lowered his head and put his mouth near her ear. “You feel so fucking good around my fingers and even better surrounding my cock with all this wet, silken heat while I’m fucking you,” he murmured, making her legs quiver as he grazed his thumb across her clit again and his mouth feathered along the side of her throat. “Tell me no, Just Elle, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now. Tell me yes, and I guarantee you’ll leave my bed in the morning sore in places you never knew could hurt so good, along with being a very happy and satisfied woman.”
A breathy laugh escaped her, and her hands came up to his chest, though she didn’t push him away. “I’m already very satisfied.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, burrowing his fingers back into her pussy, feeling her body surrendering to his seduction. “Yes or no, Elle? The choice is yours,” he told her, even though he knew he wasn’t making the decision easy on her, not when he was employing such irresistible tactics.
Another slow, sensual caress, and she tipped her head back, sliding her hands up to his shoulders, then around his neck. “You play dirty, Mr. Wilder.”
He could see and feel her resistance fading. He flashed her a sinful smile and cupped her breast in his free hand, tugging on her nipple the way he already knew she liked it best—and her sweet moan confirmed it.
“You haven’t seen my full, filthy potential yet, but I promise if you stay, I’ll introduce you to all sorts of debauchery that will have you blushing through next week.” He dragged his fingers along a precise spot inside her sex that made her eyes glaze over and her body shudder as he pushed her right to the edge of climaxing yet purposely kept her from falling completely over until she gave him what he wanted.
“Last chance, Elle. Stay or go?” Orgasm or no orgasm?
Whimpering with need, she lifted up on her tip toes and brought her mouth close to his. “Stay,” she breathed against his lips just before she kissed him and the rest of the night became a blur of lust-fueled fantasies.
Elle had no idea what time it was when she felt Hunter ease off the bed, then pad across the room and enclose himself in the adjoining bathroom. But as she heard the shower turn on, she forced herself to wake up and pry her eyes open to look around. The light streaming in through the bedroom windows indicated that it was definitely morning. She’d spent the entire night with Hunter, and God, judging by her sore muscles and the delightful ache between her legs, he’d made go
od on all his sensual promises.
The man was, quite frankly, a master at pushing her boundaries and stripping away all her inhibitions, while being conscientious enough to make sure she was comfortable with everything he did. He definitely liked to be in charge when it came to sexual positions and doling out orgasms, which there had been plenty of, all on his terms, which had made them all the hotter and more explosive.
She discovered that Hunter Wilder was insatiable, utterly addicting, and hotter than every sinful fantasy she’d ever imagined. A gorgeous, sexy man who knew exactly what she needed and what she craved, because all those shameless inclinations she’d secretly harbored aligned with his own proclivities. She’d never felt so thoroughly desired or so completely pleasured by any man. No part of her had gone untouched by his hands, his mouth, or the way his body had fused so perfectly with hers each and every time he’d claimed her.
But even though they’d spent a spectacular night together, it was time to part ways, because there was no doubt in her mind that Hunter was a man she could easily fall for if she let herself. He’d given her a night to remember, from the moment he’d invited her into the fairy-tale ball as his guest to how kind and attentive he’d been while her stepmother and sisters had glared at her from afar to the best sex she’d ever had.
But the reality was, her life was currently a mess, and she had no time to devote to any kind of relationship—not that Hunter was asking or would ask her for anything more. He didn’t even know her full name, which she’d deliberately kept undisclosed to keep their tryst impersonal, though their connection had been anything but dispassionate. As crazy as it was even to her, Elle had felt more with Hunter in a few short hours than she had with Benjamin during their time together. If she believed in real fairy tales, in love at first sight and happily ever afters, in another lifetime Hunter would have certainly been her Prince Charming.
