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The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(97)

Author:Stephanie Archer

His head lowered and he brushed his lips against the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. 揑 take my role very seriously.?

I tilted his face to mine and kissed him. He straightened up and I had to crane my neck to keep eye contact.

揑 love that you tower over me,?I whispered against his mouth as he backed me up toward the hallway, en route to his room.

揧eah? Well, I like how small you are. You fit right under my arm.?His arm came around me and he tugged my dress zipper down. My fingers found his shirt buttons and fumbled at them. 揧ou think you抣l fit me everywhere??The teasing, dark tone of his voice made my center clench.

I nodded and it was like the orgasm I just had never happened. I was wet again, ready again, wanting more. Wanting all of him.

We stepped into his room, hands working fast to undress each other. He slipped my dress off my shoulders and it pooled at my feet. I lagged behind, with only a few of his buttons undone. He pulled me against him, slid one bra cup down and slipped a stiff nipple into his mouth. I gasped. The buttons of his shirt were on the opposite side to what I was used to and the tug of his mouth on my nipple made my mind dizzy.

揅ome on, catch up.?His finger rolled the other peak and I whimpered.

揑抦 trying.?A futile laugh escaped me, and my head fell back.

He took mercy on me and undid his buttons, never taking his mouth from my breast. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and roamed his hard chest, brushing the light chest hair and scraping my nails up his abs. The muscles jumped under my touch, and he shuddered against me before pushing me back onto the bed.

My bra had come off at one point梬as that me or Wyatt?梐nd I laid there in my underwear.

Wyatt loomed over me, placing a hand on either side of me on the bed, hovering and watching like a predator. His gaze traveled over my nearly naked form and desire flashed in his eyes. He wanted me. Something hungry and excited fluttered in my stomach.

揕ook at you, laying on my bed like a fucking goddess.?He leaned down to suck one pinched peak into his mouth and I arched against his mouth.

揟ake your pants off,?I gasped.

揝low down.?He kissed up my chest to my neck and his fingers toyed with the edge of my underwear, below my stomach. 揑抦 not done with you. If I slip my fingers lower, am I going to find you wet??

I nodded.

He made a noise of satisfaction. 揋ood girl.?He slowly, so painfully slowly slid his hand into my underwear, and when he touched me, I whimpered.

揤ery, very good.?He swirled light circles on my clit and I gripped his arms, my nails digging into his muscles as he wound me tighter.

揕ook at you, doing so well.?His gaze was full of pride, satisfaction, and need. 揧ou know that if you let me do my work, you抮e going to come. Isn抰 that right??

I nodded, chest heaving.

揗hm. That抯 what I thought.?His fingers worked and my inner walls tightened. It wasn抰 enough. It was so, so good, so deliriously good, but it wasn抰 enough. My hips bucked against his hand for more pressure. 揥hat is it, baby??

揗ore.?

揗ore what??His voice was teasing. He knew. He fucking knew it wasn抰 enough and he toyed with me, but a sick part of me kind of liked that.

I nodded hard. 揗ore. More everything.?I reached for his cock, straining against his jeans and he groaned as I stroked his hard length. 揑 want to come on your cock. I want to feel you come while you抮e inside me.?

He laughed a dark laugh against my neck. 揙hhhh, you are in trouble now.?His fingers swirled faster. Heat built low in my belly and I arched again. 揟his is for being brave tonight and going up on stage. Do you know how fucking proud you made me up there, baby??

Faster, faster, faster his fingers moved and my head fell back. His cock pulsed under my grip and I moaned. He added pressure to my clit and his other hand came to my breast, pulling and rolling and pinching the tight bud.

揥yatt,?I gasped.

揟hat抯 for scaring me and hitting your head the other day.?His voice was rough and his hand worked faster. He shifted back onto his knees while I writhed on the bed. He studied me with an intense look, focused and watching where his hands touched me. He slipped a finger inside me and I bucked, cried out, and nodded for more.

He raised his eyebrows. 揙h, yeah? That抯 for being so fucking gorgeous and making me hard all the time.?He slid the finger in and out, stretching me. My walls tightened around it. He shook his head in awe. 揌oly shit, baby, you are squeezing the life out of my finger.?He added a second and I moaned.

The heat coiled around the base of my spine and I was a puppet, strung along by Wyatt as he controlled my body and pushed me toward what I needed.

The second finger added the fullness I needed and I winced with pleasure.

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