“Fuck, you’re gonna be sweet.”
Her cheeks turn bright ass red, and I find that it makes me want her even more. Keeping my eyes on hers, I flatten my tongue and slide it through her entire center. Her light eyes widen, then roll in the back of her head as her eyelids flutter closed.
“Oh, God,” she moans when I circle her clit.
Her legs fall open a bit farther, making more room for my shoulders, and I take that opportunity to move in a bit closer. Her hips lift, my gaze stays focused on her, taking in her cues as I familiarize myself with her body, with her wants, with her needs—with her desires.
Exeter’s fingers tighten in my hair and I let out a moan as she grinds her pussy against my face. Lifting one of my hands, I slip two fingers inside of her while my tongue focuses on her clit. Her entire body trembles when I begin to pump my fingers in and out of her wet heat.
I groan, imagining my cock taking the place of my fingers inside of her. She’s warm and wet, so goddamn sweet and inviting that I can hardly hold back. Her thighs shake next to my head as I speed up the movement of my tongue against her clit.
“I’m so close,” she cries.
I go faster, my fingers and my tongue moving so goddamn fast that she’ll be forced to come on my tongue, and immediately. A sound is wrenched from her throat, a mix between a mewl and a sob. Her entire body shakes, and I finally close my eyes as her release hits my tongue. I can’t stop tasting her, lapping up every fucking ounce of that sweet, sweet taste.
Once she’s completely relaxed, her body limp above me, only then do I remove myself from between her legs, reluctantly. I wish that I could keep my face buried in her cunt all goddamn night. Jesus fucking shit, she smells and tastes spectacular.
“Wyatt,” she breathes as her hands fall away from my hair.
I kiss up her stomach, noticing that she attempts to suck it in on my way up to her neck. She doesn’t need to, her body is so soft and lush, it’s perfect. Reaching behind me, I grab hold of my shirt and tug it over my head.
Exeter reaches for my pants and pops the top button of my jeans, then unzips them before she pushes them and my underwear down past my hips. My cock springs free, immediately she wraps her fingers around my length and gives me an expert tug.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pressing my lips to hers.
I fill her mouth with my tongue, tasting her. Goddamn, I could take turns kissing her mouth, eating her pussy, and die a happy man. She tugs my dick again, her grip firm, it feels too fucking good. I’m about to come all over her stomach, and I will do that, but not until I’ve been inside of her.
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pull her off of my dick and slam her arm above her head. She lets out a gasp, arching her back. I want nothing more than to immediately sink inside of her. Reaching for my pants pocket, I tug out a condom. Ripping the foil off with my teeth, I release her wrist and quickly sheath myself.
“You ready?” I grind out.
She licks her lips, then nods, her eyes finding mine. I align my cock with her center, pushing just the tip inside of her. I close my eyes, a ragged breath escaping me.
“I’m ready,” she moans.
Without wasting another moment, I sink deep inside of her to the root. I let out a gasp once I’m completely seated in her body. She’s so warm, so wet, and I curse this goddamn condom that is between us. I want nothing more than to feel her bare and drenched.
“Wyatt,” she whispers.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I tug her closer to the edge of the bed. Tipping my chin, I focus on her pussy, on the way my cock slides in and out of her, the condom covered in her wetness with each stroke. She’s so fucking stretched around me, taking me. Her legs shift, moving closer to her chest, as she allows even more of me inside of her.
Sliding my hand up the center of her chest, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck, holding her gently as I continue to fuck her slowly. I don’t want to rush this, if I do, I’ll come in a matter of seconds. I want this to last, at least for a little while, a couple minutes.
Exeter lifts both of her hands, her fingers grabbing hold of the sheets above her head, and then, she surprises the shit out of me as she arches her back and pushes down against me.
“More,” she begs.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Pulling out of her, I wrap my hands around the outsides of her thighs and flip her over onto her stomach. Keeping my fingers firmly grasped on her lush hips, I wrench her body back as I fill her in one swift move. She lets out a long moan. I don’t give her time to adjust again, I fuck her. My fingers dig into her flesh, my teeth grind, and I growl as I take her from behind.
“Yes,” she hisses, pushing back against me, fucking me with as much power, strength, and pure lust as I fuck her. “Oh God. I’m going to come, don’t stop,” she cries.
Her ass shakes, I watch in awe of the way she moves and then I feel her pussy clench around me and only then do I let go. I slam into her wet heat three more times before my back tingles and my balls draw up.
Pulling out of her, I tug the condom off and jerk my dick until I watch my release come out in long hot spurts over her ass, her fucking beautiful ass.
Lifting my opposite hand to her skin, I spread my release around, loving the way she looks painted with my cum. She is lying on her stomach, her head turns, and then our eyes meet.
Something inside of me shifts, something changes, and I know that this woman isn’t just some fuck, she’s something else.
Something more.
EXETER
My eyelids open and there is a heavy arm wrapped around my back. I inhale a sharp breath, my eyes adjusting to the dark room. Oh my God. I slept with a complete stranger. Of all the stupid things I’ve done in my life, this one is the absolute dumbest. I don’t know what came over me.
Closing my eyes, I curse to myself. I’m a terrible liar, even to myself. I know exactly why I came home with Wyatt.
Slowly, I move my head so that I can look at him. He’s lying on his stomach, sleeping on his cheek. His eyes are closed, his lips pursed and barely visible beneath his thick dark beard.
If he opened his eyes, I would see his light brown eyes and that is why I came home with him—he’s beautiful.
A girl like me doesn’t catch the attention of a man like him. His rugged beauty, he has a fit muscular body, that easy smile. I’ve never in my life had someone like him look at me twice, let alone ask me home with him.
Pressing my lips together, I inhale a deep breath and attempt to remove myself from his bed, I need to go. I need to run. Once he sees me in the morning light, he’s going to regret ever touching me.
No man like him, no good man with a nice house, a newer truck, and clean rough working man’s hands would want trailer trash like me.
I may have gone to school and become an RN, but I’m still Exeter White. I’m still the girl that was abused by her father, still the girl who had an abortion at the age of sixteen. I’ll never be any good to a man like him.
I don’t deserve someone good, someone clean, someone who smiles as easily as he does, whose touch isn’t laced with cruel intentions. I’m too dirty for him, too damaged for the likes of him or anyone like him.
As quietly as I can, I dress and grab my purse. Carrying my shoes, I don’t put them on until I’ve slipped out of the front door. I turn to the right and begin to walk back toward the bar, toward my car. I should have driven myself here, how incredibly stupid of me. Though I never claimed to be smart, I’m not. Never have been—never will be.