Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) (25 page)

As they settled into position, he lifted her legs around his waist and sucked on her earlobe. “Are you ready for me, baby girl? I want you so bad, ‘tessa. Want to make love to you until you’re crying in my arms, completely spent.”

Her legs squeezed, and he felt her hands grip his ass. “Don’t hold back,” she murmured. “I want it all, Ty. I want you.”

Fair enough.

He watched her face carefully and slowly thrust forward. What they said about sensing a barrier was true, but when he got there, and she urged him on with her hands, he pushed through, felt her pussy give up and then clench around him almost violently as he slid home.

Her gasp and the way she shut her eyes and bit her lip scared the shit out of him, to he point where he almost apologized while at the same time, his primal consciousness thumped its chest and roared with satisfaction.

Covering her face with kisses, he held absolutely still. “Baby,” he groaned. “Are you all right? Too much?”

Please let her say she’s fine. Please, please.

Her hips rolled. Not a lot. A small complete circle-roll. And then another. He was balls deep inside her and he’d honestly never experienced anything quite like this.

“You … feel … good.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. She rolled her hips again. And then she said something that he’d heard countless times before but when his ‘tessa said the words, he believed her. She was completely open and honest with him, so he took in her words and felt a pleasure he hadn’t known existed.

“You’re so big.”

He grunted and surged against her. She groaned.

He wasn’t sure she knew what she said after that but he’d sure as shit remember it forever. “Didn’t think it would fit.”

Yep. That did it. He still planned to make long, slow, sweet love to her but first he had to satisfy the caveman. And his cock. They both wanted more. Now.

Kissing her deeply, he murmured close to her mouth. “Hold on, baby. I need to do this. If it’s too much…” He didn’t get to say anything else. Couldn’t. Not once he started stroking.

Like an animal out of the cage, he pounded into her, grunting wildly. Slow. Hard. Deep. Over and over. She was incredibly wet, and the sounds her pussy and his cock made together were sexy as fuck.

“Ty.” Her whimper only made him harder—as if that was even possible. “More,” she cried.

He slammed home without ever picking up the rhythm. Withdraw, tease her opening, and then thrust hard and deep. He was perfectly fine with that.

Between kisses, he watched her face. Saw when she realized that coming all over him was about to happen.

She tightened. He growled. The orgasm building inside her was mind-blowing in intensity. She was crushing his manhood with her pussy and nothing ever felt better.

“Ty?”

His cock surged when he heard the question, wonder and amazement in her voice.

“You’re coming, baby. It’s so good. Squeeze harder, little one. Feel my cock inside you.”

She arched up off the bed. Her entire body was tight and rigid. She cried out, “Oh God.” He pumped harder, deeper.

Her screams filled his ears. She was thrashing wildly, her pussy convulsing over and over. Each contraction all but choked his cock. A deluge of hot cream wrapped his manhood in the most delicious embrace and then leaked from where they were joined.

Did he care that she’d just gushed all over his thousand dollar bedding? Fuck no. Maybe he’d hang it up as an erotic work of art. Cal would happily get another one and keep a supply of towels handy if he needed to.

He continued stroking slow and sure as she rode the waves of her climax. Her body loosened its delicious grip on his cock and relaxed. His baby girl just had her first orgasm, and no toys or crazy positions were involved. Shit man, he could do this all night.

He kissed her over and over, nibbled passionately on her neck and fondled her breasts. “Did you like that, Contessa?” he asked.

She looked at him, but he doubted she focused. Mainly, she looked dazed and satisfied.

He flexed his hips and ground against her. Chuckling when she couldn’t answer, he reached a hand between them, encountered a tsunami of liquid arousal, and teased her clit. Her deep groan told him she was far from finished. Thank God.

“You do realize I’m nowhere near coming yet, right?”

Well fuck. Her eyes focused pretty damn quickly after that.

“Ready for more, baby girl?”

She nodded and did a bit of lip biting.

“Say something,” he teased her. “Baby,” he laughed. “It’s your first time, and you just came all over my cock and rocked my fucking world. Got nothing to say?”

She smiled. First with her lips and then with her eyes. “Can you do that again?”

God, she was magnificent. “Do what?” If they were gonna do this, she would have to get comfortable with a little dirty talk.

Sweet, sweet ‘tessa pulled his head down low, sucked on his earlobe a second and then murmured, “Fill me with your um, cock.” His sex throbbed when she called it out. “And make me come? I liked it very much. Did you?”

She was kidding, right? Did he like watching her come? Feeling the tightness and the wet flood of desire? Oh, come on. Get serious.

In between bruising kisses, he told her, “I liked watching you. Liked feeling your pussy get tight. Liked hearing how wet you got. Very much liked counting the spasms as you came. And you did come, baby girl.” He pulled back and slammed home deep to emphasize his words.

She went limp. ‘tessa liked being pounded. He was happy to oblige.

“Ready for more you say? How ‘bout I show you how to take your pleasure? Let’s find out what makes your pretty pussy cream, hmmm?”

A
HH, UGH
. WHY THE HELL
did every muscle in her body ache? Charlie shifted seeking relief and froze when her hand came in contact with a warm body. A male body. A hard, muscled body. The one belonging to Cal Tyler. The man she’d spent hours making love with.

Oh, yeah, right. No wonder she felt this way. They’d gone at it non-stop all through the night. He was insatiable. Or maybe the insatiable one was her. It was hard to tell.

He’d done things to her she’d barely fantasized about, and now that she had first-hand knowledge of what all the excitement was about, she knew there’d never be another like him. He’d taken the gift of her innocence and treated it like a treasure—his reward was her complete surrender.

She lay still, so as not to wake him, and let memories of their love-making fill her mind. They’d needed the box of condoms, going through so many that she lost count. Not only that but she found it sexy as hell watching him rip open each packet and roll the thin barrier down the length of his impressive shaft. She’d even begged for a chance to do it herself. When he reluctantly gave in to her demand, she’d needed plenty of hands-on instruction with what to do—fumbling the first attempt and ripping a big ol’ hole in the flimsy sheath.

Had she secretly jumped with joy when he gritted his teeth and patiently let her try again? Fuck, yeah. And had she purposely fucked up the first time so she could do it again? Um, yep. Touching his cock turned out to be way more fun and was a thousand times more exciting and arousing than she thought possible.

He’d taught her how to ride him, and Charlie was pretty sure he enjoyed that lesson well enough. He certainly groaned loud enough while she plunged up and down with reckless abandon on his huge sex. She liked that position. Liked being in control. Well, until shit got too real and then she wasn’t capable of doing anything while he bucked forcefully, filling her over and over as his big powerful hands held her hips and helped her take the onslaught.

He. Was. Magnificent.

She had so many orgasms that Charlie didn’t know exactly where one ended and another began. And he was relentless about it too. Making sure she came over and over until she was spent and nearly unconscious.

All that ecstasy didn’t mean she hadn’t memorized every grunt, stroke and vein visible in his neck each time he came inside her. Especially the first. She’d wracked up an impressive double-O after cowgirling to a momentous climax. Spent and barely functioning, he’d put her on her back, teased her about being a wimp, and then put her legs on his shoulders. In that position, he was able to search for the perfect angle, the one that rubbed his cock in the perfect spot—making her toes curl and her pussy flood. When all the planets were perfectly aligned, he told her in the crudest way possible that he was going to bring it home. And he hadn’t been kidding.

She marveled at the changes in his aura when an orgasm started to build inside him. Sensitive to such things, she considered her girlish fantasies about the man who would be her lover never quite included this. Charlie was enthralled. She asked him not to hold back, and he hadn’t. The power of his lovemaking wiped all thought from her mind. The only thing she felt, saw, heard or knew was the man stroking deep and sure.

He gasped and locked eyes with her. “I want to come inside you, baby girl. Is that okay?”

Was it okay? Oh, my dear sweet lord. Some part resented the hell out of the barrier between them. The very idea of Ty pouring his essence into her was hotter than the gates of hell.

The second he lost control, she came. So focused was she on his pleasure, Charlie hadn’t been aware of the orgasm he gave her until it broke right on top of them. Aggressively bucking into his thrusts, she watched half delirious, half mesmerized as he reared up like a beautiful animal in the throes of mating and let loose with a sexy grunt as his hips jerked against her, over and over.

Visualizing his cock unloading the pleasure her body gave him while he was buried deep unraveled her composure. His orgasm went on forever. She could feel him pulsing and jerking inside.

Shit. She was fucked. Literally. Waiting for the right guy seemed so much like the right thing, but now that she’d let this particular man take her, Charlie wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to be intimate like this with anyone but him.

Uh oh. What the hell did that really mean?

A humorous sounding growl rumbled from beneath the covers. He pulled the blanket off the side of his face, turned his head and looked at her. All rumpled and well-used, from sleep and her mauling of his body, he stretched like a lion coming awake, rolled to his side and reached for her under the covers.

“Shhh,” he drawled. “You and that overactive mind woke me up.” His hand was stroking her hip with slow, gentle caresses.

“Blame yourself,” she replied. “I knew you’d be trouble but had no idea what getting into bed with Mr. Sexy Pants would do to me.”

His hand swept over her ass and squeezed a cheek. “That better not be a complaint, Tesoro.”

“Complaint? What?” she giggled. “Hell to the no, big guy.” She ran a finger down the part of his chest she could reach. “But maybe there is one thing.”

Ty pinned her to the mattress and swept back the warmth of the covers. “Oh my god,” he barked with sleepy laughter. “Seriously? What fucking part of your virginal fantasies didn’t we cover last night?”

She laughed and tried to shove him off, but he was having none of it.

“Tell me something, baby girl.”

She arched an eyebrow and waited. Oh, good heavens. Typical guy. He wanted a critique, right?

“How many times did you come?”

“What?” she stammered.

“You heard me,” he drawled with a chuckle. “How many times?”

The sneaky devil. She was trying to make a funny point, but he stole her thunder.

Rubbing her fingers on his chest, she made her very best pout and squirmed for shits ‘n grins. Nana would applaud the cheeky performance.

“Stop trying to distract me. You interrupted, so I don’t have to answer.” She scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out. “So there.”

His smirking grin made her feel all gooey and tingly inside.

“You’re awfully brave first thing in the morning.” To make his point she guessed, he reached for her hand and brought it to his cock. “Not sure this is covered in the Virgin’s Handbook,” he quipped as he showed her how to stroke him, “but basic biology gives me an early morning advantage.”

“Pfft.” She made the mocking sound but never stopped enjoying the handful of hard she was exploring.