Page 127 of Just Wait

“Just like that,” I tell him breathlessly.

My hand fell to his hip after I rearranged my panties, but I bring it between us, working my swollen nub.

His pheromones are everywhere, rich and succulent.

I’m floaty while still being completely aware of what’s happening.

I’ve never been so full, and those piercings of his rake my inner walls in a way I didn’t know was possible.

He gets braver, shoving more of his dick inside me with each thrust. “You good?”

“I’m loving life, but I want more.” I nod, struggling against his hold in my hair. “Fuck me like you own me.”

“Jesus, woman. You can’t say shit like that. I’m far too feral for you.” Kincaid’s mouth falls to mine, likely to silence me.

His tongue teases mine, hyping up every sensation. He stops holding back, and I bounce up the wall.

My fingers brush his pelvis now that he’s finally closer, and I should be alarmed by how much cooler he feels than me.

“Pull down your dress. I wanna watch your tits bounce,” he growls before capturing my lower lip.

He rolls it between his teeth before sucking away the ache.

I use my free hand to pull my dress down until my tits pop out, and the cool air is heavenly on my aching nipples. He works deeper, making terribly embarrassing sounds escape my lips.

“Being inside you bare is so fucking addictive,” Kincaid says, his warm breath fanning down my neck. “Holy fuck. You gushed.” He buries his nose in my throat, inhaling deeply.

A feral snarl fills the air.

Something is wrong with my brain.

That sound should terrify me, but somehow it makes my skin sizzle.

Once I’m taking enough of his length that he can brush my clit with his pelvis, he takes over, and I pull my hand free.

“Jesus, Lumen. I’m trying so hard to stay clear, but my head is a hazy mess. It doesn’t make any sense…” He rakes his teeth down my throat. “It feels like I’m about to slip into rut. Don’t let me hurt you.”

“I trust you.” I bounce around the wall, my euphoria building.

Kincaid’s beard tickles, but it also feels incredible. His crown slaps against my G-spot over and over again, and I can’t hold back.

“Harder,” I beg, relishing the way his piercings feel dragging along my inner walls. “So close…”

He growls, slamming into me viciously.

The sound vibrates down my spine.

My core locks down on his length, and it gets hard for him to even thrust as euphoria ricochets through my nerve endings.

He wraps his fingers tighter in my hair, giving a tug, and the pain immediately converts to pure bliss.

I’m so loud as I come that I’ll be embarrassed about it later.

Maybe.

Thankfully the music in the club is really loud.

My nails rake over his T-shirt, and I’m glad he has the protection for his skin because otherwise, I’m sure I’d draw blood.