Page 69 of The Wild Man

Jesus, when did I become so wet and why does this feel so good?

Wild Man’s head is turned to the side. His eyes have been closed during my massage, but now they slide open. His hair is out of the way, so I have a clear view of his face. The heat I see in his black gaze has more moisture seeping from me.

I lean forward and lay my lips against the crook of his neck, licking the spot and then sucking the skin into my mouth. He’s marked me so many times, it’s about time I do the same.

His hips lift again, putting pressure against my pussy, and I can’t hold back a moan. I lower my torso, letting my breasts skim across his back.

“My Ever is wet,” he growls.

He’s definitely not wrong. I’m soaked even as more leaks out of me.

“Rub pussy on me. Let me feel how wet you are.”

Jesus. It was a mistake teaching him naughty words.

Maybe I should be embarrassed to consider rubbing myself on his ass, but that doesn’t stop me. I push my pussy down, smearing myself on his asscheeks.

“Ah… God,” I moan.

I sit up and look down my body to Wild Man’s butt and notice the amount of juices I’ve left on him. Again, shouldn’t I be cringing?

“More, momor,” he grunts, his voice grating. “Harder. Fuck against me.”

I don’t know what turns me on more; his filthy mouth or what I’m doing.

I rotate my hips back and forth, up and down, getting lost in the erotic and down-right dirty way I’m getting off on grinding against him. My lips part, and I pant, losing my breath at the intense sensations. Who knew humping a guy’s ass could feel so erotic and good.

I press harder against him, needing a firmer touch. My clit hits the perfect spot, and I let out a low cry.

Good God almighty.

Suddenly, Wild Man spins beneath me. Before I can lose my balance, his arm latches around my waist and he takes me down to the bed, so now I’m the one beneath him. The look in his eyes is feral, like he’s just as turned on by our naughty play and he’s on the verge of madness.

He grabs the back of my legs and lifts them, spreading them wide and pushing them back so far that my knees nearly touch the pallet beside my head. My pussy and ass are open, and his eyes lock on both. I bite my lip in anticipation as he dips his head with a needy growl rumbling from his lips.

“Yes, Wild Man!” I scream when he slides his tongue through the folds of my pussy.

He snarls against me, and the sound sends my desire soaring higher. He sucks at my clit, grazing his teeth against the bundle of nerves. His tongue moves down to spear my sopping hole, then he flattens it and moves back to my clit to torment me some more.

He braces his forearm against the back of my legs to keep them in position and uses one hand to poise a finger at my entrance. As he continues to drive me insane with his mouth at my clit, he shoves a finger inside. I reach between my legs with one hand and fist his hair, smashing his face against me.

“That’s it, momor,” he growls, thrusting a second finger inside me. “Fuck my face. Smear your juices on me. Drown me.”

I cry out, my eyes snapping closed and my head thrashes back and forth. When he adds a third finger, I think I might pass out from the overload of pleasure.

Then, with three fingers fucking my pussy and his mouth still devouring my clit, he presses another finger at my back entrance. The juices leaking from my pussy make it easy for him to slide the digit inside. He doesn’t stop until his knuckles prevent him from going any farther.

“Wild Man!” I shout his name over and over, smashing him against me.

“I fuck this hole, momor,” he growls, shoving his finger deeper in my ass. “This mine. All of you mine.”

He snarls and growls, sucking my clit like it’s the last dinner he’ll ever have. His fingers fuck me deep and fast in both holes, until I hit a peak so high, I slide over the edge and my orgasm slams through me.

I scream and buck my hips, calling out his name, begging for more even when I know I can’t take anymore.

My legs are boneless, and I feel like I’m floating by the time my release dwindles to little lingering spasms.

My eyes slowly slide open, my breaths coming in pants with little mewls of pleasure. Wild Man peers down at me from his kneeled position. He wipes the back of his arm across his mouth, but his beard is still wet with my release. He fists his cock, the head an angry red with a clear pearl of pre-cum clinging to the slit, angling it down toward my entrance.