At Whit's End (Wells Ranch, #4)(83)

“Whit,” I grit out.

I grab my dick, jacking it as she watches with a smirk. Fuck whatever her evil intentions are, I need to come more than I need air.

“Shhh.” Her sharp claws bite the back of my hand. “I thought it might be fun for you to try and delay it a bit.”

“What the fuck is fun about that?” I whisper back, more of a hiss than anything. But my hand stills, because what do I have to lose? Aside from my balls, I guess, since they’ll turn blue and probably fall off if I don’t deal with the agonizing fire in my veins.

She drags her tongue along the coarse stubble of my jaw. “When I finally let you come, it’ll be the best orgasm of your life.”

I gulp. Fear and excitement hum through me.

And I breathe out the word, “Okay.”

She slinks down my body, planting open-mouth kisses on my flushed skin, then takes me into her wet mouth. My toes curl, scorching fire up the arches, and my sweat-dampened back unsticks from the fabric below me. I nearly levitate off the bed. Anything—even her soft sheets—is too much sensation for my nerves right now.

Delirious, I pull one of her pillows to my face and mutter so many curses into it I might literally be casting a levitation spell.

With an indulgent lapping of her tongue up the length of my shaft, Whit moans softly at the back of her throat.

“Told you I’d wait until I could taste myself on your cock. So much better this way.” She licks her lips, staring up at me with those giant green eyes.

How did I get so lucky?

I lose track of time, and the ability to feel any of my muscles or see anything but stars, with her teasing. She brings me so close to the edge, my balls stiffen, cock writhing in her hands, then she lets me down. Over and over.

You know what they say about nice guys finishing last? Yeah, it’s because Whit Hart edges them until they’re on the verge of tears first.

“Please, honey.” I gasp at the feel of her wet pussy taunting me once again. This time, based on her panting breaths, she’s teasing herself, too. The tip of my cock nudges her clit, and I try my hand at begging one more time. “Please, Whit. Fuck, I can’t take any more.”

Rolling her lips together, she nods. Sweat’s beading along her hairline, and she wipes it away with arousal-coated fingers. When Whit leans down to kiss me, I wrap my arms around her and roll, pinning her slender body beneath me with a smug smirk.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers with a wiggle of her hips.

And when my cock sinks deep inside her, filling her to the hilt, my mind splinters into a million pieces. Overwhelmed with pleasure and chasing my own much-needed orgasm, I almost forget the most important part. I may not have a hundred women under my belt (or is it notched in my belt?), but I know I need to satisfy my girl.

With one hand slinging her left leg up onto my shoulder, the other finds her clit. My middle finger swishes over the delicate, swollen area until she’s clutching at my ass. No doubt drawing blood. Leaving bruises.

I throw my head back with a hoarse moan, driving into her furiously. There’s nothing but the sound of my balls smacking against her skin, and her rasping cries muffled by her pillow, and my heavy breathing. And the best goddamn sex of my entire life.

“Whit, honey.” I don’t care how desperate I sound. I am desperate. “Tell me I can come. Please. Please let me.”

“Not until after you make me come again.”

Oh God, when will that be? I don’t know if I can la—

Her pussy clenching around me as an orgasm builds has me doubling over. The ache between my legs spreads down my thighs, and my fingers pick up the pace on her clit until her legs are trembling and she tosses the pillow aside to stare into my soul. Her hair’s splayed across the bed, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

Whit falls apart underneath me, her entire body trembling and writhing as she shatters.

And I don’t know what comes over me, but I say, “Tell me I can come in you.”

She blinks at me, eyes becoming glassy.

“Please, I—God, I want to feel your perfect pussy milking every last drop of cum I have in me.” I adjust my grip on her hips, pulling her to meet me as much as I’m thrusting to fill her. It’s so fucking close. The arousal heating my spine has me wanting to scream. “I’ve been such a good boy, not coming until you tell me I can. Please let me have this.”

Her ankle slips from its divot on my shoulder, and before I can catch it, she’s combing her fingers through my hair and pulling my face close to hers.

With a wild look in her eye, she hooks her legs around my hips and whispers, “Fill me with your fucking cum, Colt. Give it all to me.”

That’s all it takes. She catches my roaring moan in her mouth, and I pump into her tight cunt with a ferocity I’ve never known, until I’m spilling so fucking deep inside her, it’s probably a straight shot into her uterus.

Honestly, some twisted part of me hopes that’s the case. Worked out well enough for my buddy, Red, to knock his dream girl up and convince her to fall in love with him later. The image of Whit’s belly rounded with my baby, making love to her every night…fuck. That would be a dream come true.

“I’ve never…” I lower myself so I’m propped up on my elbows, sweaty forehead resting against hers. “I’ve never come so hard before.”