A Heart for Rebel (13 page)

“Please, Wyatt I
just need to feel you,” she said.

“Don’t worry baby,
I’ll take care of you,” I said with a devilish glint in my eyes.

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YATT’S ARMS CASCADED down my back. His large hands
come to a finish on my buttocks. He lifts my pelvis up so that his mouth is
aligned with my center. His warm breath seeps through my panties caressing my
pussy and sending delicious tingles over my body.

“Please, Wyatt,” I
moaned.

He chuckled deep
and in a husky voice he says, “Be patient, love.”

“I can’t. I need
more,” I whispered. He looked up at me and grinned and lowered his mouth between
my legs. He inhaled deeply and kissed my center, emitting a loud, crashing moan
from me.

“Pleeeassse,
Wyatt!” I cried desperately for him. He tears the panties down my legs and his
lips flow fluently down to my swollen, pink outer lips and I shudder. His
tongue is lovingly licking my clit. His hands hold up my hips to give him
better access. He pushed my legs apart and devoured me with his tongue, his
mouth. There wasn't an inch of my intimate part that he didn't neglect. I was
lost in my own personal state of bliss.

“Oh, God,” I panted,
while trying to get closer to his mouth. I felt two of his fingers slide into
my hot, wet depths and obviously pleased with himself he groaned into me. His
fingers continue to stroke and push, pull and squeeze. His tongue licked and sampled,
nibbled and teased me into a state of frenzy.

“Pleeeasse, Wyatt,
I need to…I want…,” I groaned.

“Let go, baby. Come
for me. Come on my fingers, my tongue and mouth,” he commanded. My inside
clenched pleasurably and I tightened around his fingers and his tongue continued
to manipulate my clit lovingly. I shuddered and lightning flashed throughout
every nerve ending in my body.

He bit my inner
thigh and looked up at me with a mischievous smile, “God, I love the way you
taste and I could do that all day, baby.” He eased me back softly to the bed
and made his way up towards me. He kissed me on the lips and I could taste myself.
I found it highly erotic.

“What about you,
Wyatt?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about
me that was about you, taking care of you and bringing you pleasure,” he
replied. Then I did something. I said something I’ve never said to a man
before, “Stroke yourself, Wyatt. Let me see you pleasure yourself.”

“Fuck,” he growled
while running his fingers through his hair. He got off the bed and lowered his
briefs to the floor taking his engorged penis in his hands. He leisurely
squeezed his dick and his breathing was labored. I used my good hand and
pinched my nipple invoking a moan from Wyatt. As he continued to stroke himself
I could feel my juices seeping down my leg and my nipples hardened even more. My
breathing quickened and his rhythm became faster, harder. He was breathing
heavily and said in between grunts, “Fuck yourself with your fingers, Rebel.”

I slipped two
fingers inside me and groaned, “So good.”

“You’re so fucking
hot and I’m turned the fuck on just watching you pleasure yourself,” he
groaned. He climbed on the bed and kneeled in between my legs to get a better
view of what I was doing. He continued to stroke himself and I fingered myself
for his viewing pleasure.

“I need more…I need
to taste you!” I cried.

“Jesus,” he
muttered and increased his rhythm. I started to feel that familiar tingling
sensation between my legs. He quickened his pace and said, “I want to come in
your mouth while fucking your tits. Would you let me do that to you, Rebel?
Fuck your tits,” he groaned. I’ve never had anyone ask that of me much less
perform those kinds of sex acts, but the way he said it turned me on more. I
was horny as hell for him.

“Oh, God, yes,” I
moaned. He placed his legs over my torso aligning his cock between my breasts.
He kneaded and squeezed both of them together. He was teasing and sucking on
both nipples, but then he stopped. He leaned back and commenced stroking
himself.

“Wyatt,” I groaned.

“Fuck, baby. You
have me so turned the fuck on I forgot you can’t squeeze your beautiful tits
together with one hand. You need both, so I guess we will both have to do
without,” he growled.

“No…no, I want to
taste you,” I wailed.

“Patience, baby you
will taste me in a second when I come inside that luscious mouth of yours. He
stroked himself faster and harder and said, “Open wide, Rebel.” I opened my
mouth as wide as I could and he came in spurts in my mouth, cheek and chin. I
lapped up as much as I could and Wyatt slumped on the bed next to me panting. That
had to have been the single most erotic thing I’ve ever done and I was looking
forward to more of those moments with him. We lay side by side in bed, still
panting until I started to feel sticky and icky.

"Wyatt, I need
a shower," I mumbled.

"Alright,
let's go shower," he said.

"Umm...Wyatt I
have a cast," I huffed.

"Shit, I
forgot about that. Let me go get a plastic bag for your arm," he said
while lifting himself off the bed. He padded towards the stairs naked as the
day he was born. I couldn't help myself, I watched mesmerized as his luscious
firm ass moved. Right before he descended the stairs he said, "I saw
that."

I laughed and said,
"Saw what?"

"I saw you
checking out my ass...ets," he chuckled, while wiggling his ass.

"Well, it's a
beautiful ass," I said.

"Not as
beautiful and tasty as yours, baby. I have big plans for that ass in the near
future," he said. I’ve never had anal sex, but the way Wyatt said it had
me intrigued to try it. He came back with a bag in hand and secured it around
my cast. He took off the ace bandage from around my leg.

“Can you walk, or
do I need to carry you?” he asked.

“I think I could
walk, but stay close okay,” I said. He gave me his hands and helped me get out
of bed. The minute I put weight on my leg I winced in pain and Wyatt picked me
up and carried me into the bathroom. He placed me on the vanity and turned on
the shower. He turned back to me and whispered, “So fucking hot.” When the
water got hot enough he helped me inside.

“Lean back against
me. I’ll wash you first then out you go. I don’t want the cast to get wet,” he
said. I nodded my head and leaned back against his chest. He lifted my casted
arm in the air and leaned me forward so that the spray of the shower head
drenched me with water. Then he washed my hair. He placed me again under the
shower head and rinsed the shampoo out. He reached over for the body washed and
squirted a handful into the palm of his hands. I could feel his hot breath on
the tip of my earlobe. He nipped it with his teeth. He slowly began to wash me
paying special attention to my breasts. He cupped and fondled them, running his
thumbs over my nipples until they puckered and hardened. He took my nipples in
his fingers. He pulled and twisted them until they were both hard. His mouth
finds its way to my neck and moves my hair over my other shoulder to give him
better access. He licked and nibbled on the freshly exposed skin. He continued
to knead my tits and grazed the nipples with his fingers. Breathing, at this
point for me had become difficult. I pushed closer to his hard muscular chest. I
felt his erection at the juncture of my ass. His hands proceeded to lower and
he used his knees to nudge my legs open. He reached for the body wash again, poured
more onto his hand, and cupped my mound.

“God, the things I
want to do to you right now. Can you feel how hard I am for you, baby?” he
whispered. Shivers of pleasure shot down my spine at the sound of his rough
voice. I glanced down and watched as his hands washed my pussy. He slipped a
finger inside me and I groaned, “Wyatt, I want you! Fuck me please!”

“Keep the cast high
above your head and spread those legs wide for me baby,” he groaned. I wiggled
my ass in anticipation of what’s to come. He placed his hands on my hips to
still me.

“Do you want my
cock, Rebel?” he whispered seductively.

“Yes, please give
me your cock,” I pleaded.

He shoved his large
cock inside me in one thrust. I couldn’t contain my scream of pleasure. Having
him inside me felt so damn good. My inner walls were tightening around him in
pleasure. I was trying my best to suck him deeper inside me. His balls were
right up against my body. He grabbed my hips tighter and his cock moved in and
out of me. He started slow, prolonging it. I could feel every inch of his dick
as he moved in and out. He rubbed up against my wall making me moan in pure
bliss. My pussy was on fire. I could feel it throb deliciously. I pushed back
against him, demanding more of him. He was breathing heavily, “Raise that arm,
Rebel,” and picked up his pace, moving faster. I could hear the wet noise my
pussy made with every thrust. My body bounced and holding my arm above the
water was becoming difficult. He slammed deep inside me. My moans got louder as
his thrusting became harder and faster.

“God, Wy…att, feels
so good,” I panted.

“You like my cock,
baby,” he groaned.

“No, I loooove your
cock,” I cried. I could feel my pussy squeezing his cock as my whole body went
up in flames. My orgasm ripped through me. He groaned loudly in my ear as he
filled me with his seed. Our breathing was heavy and I could feel the fast beat
of his heart against my back. He pulled slowly out of me and finished washing
me. He helped me out of the shower, “Wait here while I quickly wash up. Then
I’ll dry us off. Don’t move a muscle.” I nodded and waited patiently for him to
finish. When he was finished I was shaking from the cool air. He made quick
strides drying me up and wrapped the towel around his waist. He lifted me up
and carried me back to the room.

“Umm…Wyatt, I don’t
have any clean clothes here,” I said.

“Shit, baby, I
don’t have time to swing by your place to get you clothes. I have four clients
scheduled today. Would you mind wearing one of my t-shirts and pair of my
sweatpants? I promise to stop at the mall and pick up some clothes for you,” he
said.

“Seriously? You’re
going to work and leave me here alone?” I asked incredulously. I thought that
was fucked up, he could go to work, but I couldn’t.

“No, I’m not
leaving you here alone. You, pretty girl are coming to work with me today,” he
replied.

“Oh, well in that
case, I guess your clothes will do for now,” I smiled.

“It will have to
do,” he said after dressing me. His clothes were two sizes too big. I swam in them.

“I look
ridiculous,” I huffed.

He chuckled and
said, “Tell you what, since we have to pass the mall on the way to the shop, we
can stop and get you some things. You can change at the shop,” he said.