Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) (26 page)

Sliding two fingers inside her, he slowly massaged. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more, but he wasn’t ready to let her come. Time to plead.

“Jax,” she groaned. “Please. I can’t. It’s too much.”

He bit her ass. He actually sank his teeth into her ass and bit down hard making her inner muscles quiver involuntarily. If he did that again there was no way she could hold off another orgasm, but she did everything she could to wait for his permission. Please God, let him give it soon.

“Mmmmm. Brynn’s sweet pussy,” he murmured, his heated breath on her ass making her shiver. His fingers continued their sensuous massage as her chills increased.

“Are you ready to be my good girl now, love? Ready to give me everything? Give me all of your hot, wet pussy to fuck?”

“Yes,” she husked. “Oh God, yes. Anything Jax. Anything you want.”

She whimpered and shook when he grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked on her head. When he spoke, the commands were heavy with the sound of his desire. “Arch my love, keep your tits on the bed and shimmy that pretty ass for me.”

She gladly did as he demanded, her back in a deep bend as her backside shook and her knees widened.

“You’re gonna feel this,” he told her as his hand smacked her ass with a thunderous jolt at the same time his cock plunged into her with a savage thrust.

“
Unf
.”

“Again?”

The chills and heat increased. She had nothing left but sensation and the primitive sounds her body was making. Wiggling her ass with him buried deep inside, she used body language to beg for more.

“Good girl,” he grunted. “That’s my good girl.” He pulled most of the way out then smacked her ass hard and plowed deep.

The muscles in her pussy clenched around his cock and held on. She wasn’t letting go. He belonged there, inside her, his balls resting on her exposed clit as her pussy lips stretched around his thickness.

“My good girl is greedy for my cock.” He wasn’t laughing any more. “Hang on baby.”

He started thrusting slow and deep. Each time he retreated, she moaned, and with every forward plunge, they both grunted. It was magnificent pleasure—raw, wild, and intense.

He groaned and told her, “I’m watching Brynn. Watching my cock sink inside you then come out covered in your delicious cream. You’re so fucking wet, I love seeing it.”

He wrecked her forever with his amazing staying power. Time slowed until the whole thing felt like a dream as he sent her into an intensely erotic, sensually primitive trance. Her legs were trembling. Running his big hands up and down her back, he sighed. “Come for me good girl. Let me feel you destroy my cock with those fierce muscles.”

His strokes became shorter but harder as the tempo increased. A strange sensation like an out-of-body experience built along her nerves, coalescing with the heat and chills. A low, sultry moan was coming out of her throat.

A powerful orgasm broke loose and rushed into her core like a speeding bullet. When it reached her center and exploded, she howled like a wild animal, the sound muffled by the mattress as violent spasms milked his cock. The thrusting stopped and he held perfectly still while her muscles did all the work.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “Oh God, my love, my love.”

His fingers dug into her flesh. She felt his large cock swell and thicken before it throbbed repeatedly as her pussy squeezed his flesh. The pulsing went on and on as he came deep inside her. The pleasure was so intense, so exquisite, that she’d lost all sense, even the ability to breathe.

Brynn felt herself tumbling into a rapturous oblivion.
This type of ecstasy couldn’t be real
, she marveled, as the chills took her under.

For the first time in his life, Jax hated the barrier that prevented his hot flesh from fully merging with hers. It didn’t seem right; to be denied planting his seed deep inside the woman whose body was desperately milking his. The need he felt was organic, a desire rising from his soul that scared the fucking shit out of him. It had nothing to do with pleasure or sexual gratification and everything to do with something he couldn’t quite name or define.

This woman called to him. Beckoned his primal being like none other. They were meant to be together, she belonged to him, and he knew without a doubt that he would share his essence only with her and nobody else. Her body was crying out, begging for all of him—every pulse, every throb, every drop.

Eventually his senses returned and he withdrew carefully from her shaking body making sure to secure the condom so it didn’t leak. How that thin sheath hadn’t broken during their ferocious coupling was beyond a mystery.

His eyes took in every detail of Brynn’s appearance as he pulled out. Every inch of her flesh was quivering and her legs trembled violently. Her glorious ass displaying his handprint was up in the air, and with her knees spread wide, he was treated to the sight of her dripping pussy, red and swollen from his thunderous possession. The sight was tattooed on his soul forever. Leaning forward he inhaled deeply, drowning in the scent of her sex and before he even knew what he was doing, Jax licked her pulsing slit and dropped a wet, sloppy kiss where it counted the most.
Mine. All mine
.

She wasn’t moving, probably couldn’t even if she wanted to. He knew she’d flown high as her climax hit, he could feel it in the way her body completely surrendered to his. Now that the tempestuous storm had passed, he was overcome with tenderness for the amazing woman who was delivering a knock-out punch to his libido.

Lifting onto the bed, he eased her quaking body to the side and gathered her close with her back pressed against his chest. She was shaking a bit too much for his liking so he grabbed a soft blanket from the foot of the bed and drew it over them. Jax brushed the hair from her shoulder and dropped gentle kisses wherever his mouth reached. He cooed softly, telling her how much she pleased him—using words to portray the depth of emotion he was experiencing.

When her breathing calmed he relaxed a bit. She’d seriously scared the shit out of him when she zoned out at the end. Nothing like that had ever happened before, not that anything he’d experienced up until this moment came even a little bit close to the wild intensity he found as he’d mercilessly fucked Brynn into a state of oblivion.

“Are you back, baby?” he murmured.

She wiggled her ass slightly and pressed into him. He felt the creamy evidence of her explosive orgasm where his legs spooned hers.
Jesus Fuck Me Christ
, his soul groaned. Trembling fingers moved to where his hand rested under her breasts. She tucked her small hand inside his and nothing in his life had ever felt as profound as that simple gesture.

It was enough to just lie there and help her come back to her senses. He wanted nothing more than to take care of his love right then. Brynn might not know yet what she wanted from their relationship, but he did. And at least she’d been honest. But Jax knew without a shred of doubt that the universe had brought them together for a reason. With her in his life, everything seemed possible. Even happiness and a future suddenly felt like possibilities. He vowed then and there to move heaven and earth if he had to in order to make that happen. Brynn Baron-Wilde belonged to him and he to her. Now all he had to do was help her see that.

When he went to pull away, she groaned and mumbled, “Don’t.” God. Could she be any more precious?

“Shhhh,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere baby but I need to go grab something real quick. Okay?”

She sighed and slid from his grasp, but turned her face into the pillow beneath her head. Hurrying from the bed, Jax raced to the hallway bathroom, snatched a hand towel off the bar by the sink and turned on the water until it got warm.

Yeah, the master bedroom was in serious need of a modern en suite. Leaving the room and going down the hallway was just too fucking far from where Brynn lay, curled in a ball on the big bed.

Returning to her side as quickly as he could, Jax set about cleaning her up and soothing her body as best he could. Running back and forth to the damn bathroom whenever the washcloth cooled, he was mentally planning out the needed addition to the bedroom that would transform it into a functional master suite. He would have much preferred to draw her a warm bath overflowing with mounds of fragrant bubbles but had to settle for something that barely satisfied his need to take care of her.

When she was refreshed he went about gently massaging the lotion from the pump bottle on the nightstand into her red backside. Seeing the clear definition of his big handprint marking her skin filled Jax with conflicting emotions. One part of him cringed at what he’d done, while another part vibrated with primitive satisfaction.

He didn’t know whether he should worry that Brynn still hadn’t said a single word. She appeared docile while he stroked every inch of her body with the warm washcloth, even parting her legs to allow him access to her most tender flesh. He’d caught the swift wince and lip biting that crossed her features when he wiped away the evidence of their wild coupling. Again, he was conflicted with self-doubt and a heady dose of chest-thumping knowing that he’d subdued and dominated her so effectively.

After there was nothing else he could do to see to her comfort, he stood by the bed and worried himself into the start of an anxiety attack. Should he make her take some Advil? Maybe plug in a heating pad? Fuck. He was a mess, not knowing what he should do.

Finally, she looked at him with clear eyes that held absolutely no recrimination. He swallowed hard and fought back a wave of emotion that almost sent him to his knees. When she held out her hand and murmured, “Come back to bed,” he almost leapt on her in his haste to do her bidding.

This time instead of spooning, she snuggled with him face-to-face. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That was nice.”

“Fuck baby, nice had nothing to do with it. Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“The way you took care of me was nice and to answer your question, no. You most certainly did not hurt me. I was just a little stunned, I think. My head got fuzzy and, well… you sent me someplace I’d never been Jax.” She shivered and snuggled closer. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t fucking know. Nirvana, maybe?”

She looked at him maybe because the anguish he felt was so damn evident in his voice. “Are
you
alright?”

“You scared the holy fuck out of me, love.”

She frowned at him and pouted. “If you say you’re sorry, well…I’ll smack you.”

He had to smile at how quickly her fire flashed. “If you’re not hurt, then I’m not sorry. Okay?”

“Good,” she murmured as she pressed her face into his chest. “I like the way you smell,” she added on a deep inhale. “All sweaty and sexy. Mmmm.”

Her leg slid between his and pressed against his sex. To his utter fucking amazement he felt his cock harden. His wonder only increased when he felt the curve of her smile on his skin.

“Would it be alright if I uh, held you in my hand as I fall asleep?”

“Jesus Brynn. I’m all yours. Hold me. Kick me. Bite me. Whatever you want.”

Her soft hand drifted in slow motion down his chest, across his stomach and into the thatch of hair that framed his manhood. Nothing had ever felt sweeter than her fingers stroking his cock as she relaxed against him.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured with a yawn. “Better than a blankie or a stuffed animal.”

He wrapped his arms around her and knew he had found a bliss that defied description. Before she drifted off she muttered sleepily, “Tomorrow. Saturday.” She yawned again. “Half day at the bakery. Taking the train to New York to see Rhiann. Will you drive me to the station?”

And with that she conked out with her soft sweet body pressed to his and her hand wrapped possessively around his dick.

N
EW YORK WAS ALWAYS LIKE a wild ride at an amusement park to Brynn. She wasn’t at all sure how her sister managed all the hustle and bustle. Even though she’d worked in downtown Philadelphia during her marriage at a top-drawer financial firm, as far as cities went, Philly was a sleepy town compared to the non-stop pulsing vibrancy a trip to the Big Apple offered. They weren’t kidding, whoever ‘they’ were, when referring to NYC as the city that never sleeps. It was, in a word, exhausting.