Page 81 of The Naughty List
“I’d be tempted to run my hands up your luscious thighs and slip them under this sexy as fuck dress of yours. Then I’d pull at that tie holding your dress together and finally get my fill of your mouthwatering curves.”
His words should probably scandalize me, but I can only moan at the thought of him unwrapping me. “I’d be so cold though, standing here in just my bra and panties,” I tease.
“I’d keep you warm, angel.”
I giggle and Wyatt grins at me. I like that I can drive him crazy too. I shiver, this time from the cold. He takes notice and gives me one last sweet kiss on the lips before taking my hand and walking us back towards his car.
I’m expecting him to drop me off once we pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex, but of course, he gets out and walks me to my door. I fumble for my keys, unsure of what to do. I don’t think I can invite him in just yet, but I don’t really want him to leave.
I’m facing away from him, digging through my purse for my keys and buying time until I decide what I want to do. I feel the heat of Wyatt’s body as he steps up behind me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me into his hard, chiseled body. He kisses my neck which makes my breath hitch.
“You’re so damn irresistible,” he mumbles into my skin. I can’t help the way my back bows slightly, pushing my ass farther into his hard shaft. He growls and tightens his grip on my hips, helping me grind into him.
I feel tingly all over, especially between my legs. Again, Wyatt senses my need and takes the lead. One hand slides up my belly, which I instinctively suck in.
He holds his hand there, making me totally self-conscious. "You're perfect, Ember. Don't ever doubt how attracted I am to every single part of you," he whispers, thrusting his erection into my backside to prove his point.
After a gentle squeeze on my tummy, his hand travels up, up, up, and palms my breast. I gasp as he kneads the soft flesh, his thumb caressing my nipple, working it into a hard peak I know he feels even through my bra and dress.
His other hand travels south, lifting up the hem of my dress and caressing my inner thigh, just like he said he wanted to do in the park. Slowly, so slowly, his fingers travel up my leg. I know he’s going to find my panties completely soaked, but I feel so freaking good I don’t care.
We both groan when he strokes me over the thin fabric. No one has touched me there except for me and my failed attempts at masturbation. In Wyatt’s capable hands, however, I’m closer than I’ve ever been. He kisses up and down my neck, rubbing his lips and nose over my shoulder and breathing me in. I can feel the pressure coil in my lower belly, my clit pulsing in time with my heart.
“So wet for me, angel. God, that’s so fucking hot,” he mumbles into my skin.
His finger traces along the waistband of my panties, and then he slips his hand inside. I buck my hips against his hand and lean my head back on his shoulder. Wyatt nips at my pulse point and then kisses away the sting as his fingers trace around my outer lips, barely dipping inside my soaking wet slit.
“Please,” I moan, not even caring if I sound desperate.
“Fuck, I’ll always give you what you want,” he all but growls.
One finger slides through my folds and immediately finds my clit, rubbing furious circles around the little ball of nerves.
“Oh my god,” I moan, my knees shaking at his touch. It’s so fucking good, a thousand times better than my own fingers.
Wyatt continues sucking on my neck and grinding his thick, hard dick into my ass. His finger traces around my entrance and I let out a surprised gasp when he slips it inside of me.
“Fucking hell, baby. So hot and tight for me. This pussy is perfect.”
His dirty words turn me on even more as I begin riding his hand shamelessly. “Don’t stop,” I plead.
“Never, beautiful. Need to feel you cum around my fingers. Can you do that for me?”
I don’t have any more words, but I nod my head and bury my face in the side of his neck, hoping to muffle some of the sounds coming out of my mouth. I can’t seem to stop them, but Wyatt doesn’t mind.
I feel something growing inside of me, the pressure intensifying as I gasp for air. There’s a sharp pleasure that zips through me every time his palm grinds down on my clit. Wyatt fits a second finger in my tight, virgin hole, stretching me deliciously.
“Cum for me, angel. Cum all over my hand and soak me with your sweet honey.”
“Oh, god…I’m…it’s…”
“Let go, Ember. Let go for me and let it happen.”
Each thrust of his fingers winds me up tighter, up, up, up…
And then I snap, the world falling down around me as I come apart in his arms.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s it,” he growls, holding me tightly against him as he circles my clit again and again, prolonging my pleasure.