Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)(95)

Fuck. Me.

A growl lets loose in my throat, and I don’t hold back. If this is what she wants, I can deliver.

One palm on each knee, I pry her legs open and spread her over the dining table just like I wanted to all those weeks ago.

Her pink pussy glistens, and my cock fills again at the sight of my wife spread on the table for me.

“Look at that.” I swipe my fingers through her wetness before stepping up close and pressing them into her ravaged mouth. “A fucking mess.”

She hums and sucks my fingers into her mouth, not backing down in the least.

“You need it here.” I press my cock at her entrance, running it over her.

She nods, tongue swirling around my fingers, and I wonder how far I should take this game she started. I lean in and whisper, “You’ve been watching me on TV, dreaming about taking my cock like the hungry little slut you are. Is that right?”

Her eyes flutter shut, and my fingers pop from her mouth as her head tips back on a moan. Yeah, my girl likes it.

I press in an inch and watch her writhe, head flipping back and forth, pussy gripping me hard. I pull out and fist my cock, feeding in that same inch. Teasing her with the tip.

“Use your words, Tabby. Is that what you want? My cock?”

Her tongue darts out over her lips as she pants, eyes latching on to mine. “Yes. I need your cock.”

Now it’s my turn to smirk at her. “Too fucking bad. I told you I was hungry.”

I pull out and drop to my knees between her spread thighs, pressing a palm to the inside of each leg and latching my mouth on to her pussy.

She shouts my name, part pleasure, part frustration, as she yanks at my hair.

All that does is make me double my efforts, alternating between penetrating her with my tongue and sucking hard on her clit. She’s close. I know by the way she thrashes and chants my name. By the way she clamps down on my tongue.

So I don’t let up. I hit a steady rhythm and let her fall apart with my name on her lips.

“Rhys!” Her back arches up off the table, and her legs wrap around my shoulders as she shatters.

It’s satisfying as hell. I let her ride the wave, slowing only as she softens around me. Her gasps turn to panting as she slings a palm over her chest, and I pull away to admire her.

The flush on her chest. The wetness leaking between her legs.

My handiwork.

Ready to go again and needing more of her, I run myself over her slick cunt. “You still need me to fill you up, baby?”

She peeks at me from beneath heavy, sated eyelids. Defiance and eager lust spark in her irises. “I don’t know. I’m probably good—”

I grip her hip and shove myself into her with one long stroke. Her head falls back, exposing her elegant neck, and a smile curves across her lips as I give her what we both know she wanted.

“You’re probably good at what, Tabby? Taking it like a champ? Spreading your legs for me?”

“Yes. Yes. I love being good at that for you.”

Pumping into her, I lick my lips, thriving on the little ahhs that spill from her lips. I hike her left leg over my shoulder while the other stays hooked over my elbow, and draw her closer to the edge of the table. As I slam into her, I go even deeper than before.

I can’t help but look down, breaths coming in harsh spurts as I watch her pussy stretch around my girth. Leaking on me and making a mess of us both.

“Play with your cunt, Tabby. I want to watch you come on my dick like this.”

Her hand flies to her clit, the other going flat on the top of the table, fingers spread wide in a desperate attempt at getting some purchase. It doesn’t matter. I fuck her so hard that the table makes a screeching sound every time I hit her with a forward thrust.

Her fingers rub rapidly over her swollen clit, and her breathless murmurs turn to breathless chants of “yes” and “just like that.” Her sounds of satisfaction drive me wilder and push me toward release for the second time.

“Tabby, Tabby,” I breathe. “Come for me, baby. Let me see it.”

Moments later, she does, gaze on mine as I slam into her, mouth popped open on a silent scream as her body arches off the table, legs shaking against me.

Watching her ecstasy is all it takes for me. Everything goes tight, and I topple off the same cliff as her. Coming hard. Filling her like I promised I would and whispering her name like a prayer.

When the sensation fades, I release her legs and rip my mask off. As she lies sated on the table, I drape myself over her damp body, dropping my face to the crook of her neck and breathing her in. One kiss to the top of her shoulder has her nails trailing up my spine as we lie together.

“Hey, Tabitha?” Her hands don’t stop moving when I talk.

“Yeah?”

“I might be in love with you.”

I can hear the smile in her voice when she responds. “Oh wow. You might be? How special. Let me know when you decide.”

That smart fucking mouth. I smile against her skin, letting a warm wash of adoration blanket me. “No, not might be. I am. I have been for a while now.”

Tabitha sighs contentedly. “That’s good. Because I’ve been in love with you for a while now too.”

She loves me.

It feels like a piece of my puzzle finally slips into place, the satisfaction of completion making me feel more whole than I could have imagined.