Page 68 of Wildflowers & Whiskey

“Mmm,” she hums, fluttering those long lashes at me. Fucking brat.

“Open,” I demand.

Her lips part for me, doing as she’s told like a good little angel. I slide half my length slowly into her mouth, then back out again, repeating the motion. Going further and harder with every thrust, being kind enough to let her get used to the size of me—at least at the beginning. After a few soft moans from Maeve, I start to reach a fast, steady rhythm, both hands on her head now, pushing her down with every movement. Her hands grip my thighs, trying to push away slightly for reprieve, but it'snot working.

She wanted to act like a brat. Now she takes the consequences.

The more she pushes, the harder I go. Fuck, my angel takes me well. When I hit the back of her throat with force, she chokes, eyes glassing over as she looks up at me with a teasing glare. A muffled sound escapes her, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and Christ, the sight of her with a mouth full of my cock is intoxicating. I ain’t lasting long, that’s for damn sure. Not with how long it’s been, and how fucking great she looks on her knees for me, all submissive.

I let out a loud grunt as my muscles begin to tense. The heat burns deep in my core as the start of my undoing begins. There’s nothing I can do now to prevent myself from releasing myself down her throat.

“I’m going to—fuck—” My head tips back as I spill inside her pretty little mouth. One hand now cups her face, holding her still while I ride it out.

As my climax dims, I pull out slowly, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up to mine. Her lips are swollen, eyes watery and dazed. She’s perfect.

“Swallow,” I rasp.

Her eyes fall close as her throat bobs, and when she opens them again, she looks almost proud of herself. As am I.

“Good girl,” I murmur, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “That’s my good little angel.”

She stands on shaky legs, offering no words, just a small smile. Was it too much for her? She didn’t tap. She looked like she was enjoying it. Why is she reaching for her clothes?

I grab her wrist, twisting her back toward me. “What are you doing, Maeve?”

“Um, putting my clothes back on. Because we’re done…”

A laugh rumbles from my chest. “Done?”

“Yes, you’ve finished…” she throws back, presenting it as more of a question.

“Oh, angel.” I grip her hips, holding her in place. “You don’t really think I’m letting you leave this cabin without fucking you senseless, do you?”

She opens her mouth to respond with something laced with sarcasm, but I don’t let her. I need her to hear this.

“Ever since you ran your mouth in my truck at the airport, I’ve been trying my dang hardest to control myself around you. Tried to keep my distance where I could, believing I could resist you.”

“Well, that worked out splendidly,” she teases. I slide my hands up her back, closing the gap between our bodies.

“You and that mouth,” I laugh. “Listen to me, Maeve, because I am serious. Now that I’ve got you here, finally giving in to this thing between us…” I lean down, my mouth hovering just above hers. “I’m going to take every moment I can get with you. To worship every inch of you.”

“Wade…” Her voice breaks.

“Maeve, you make me feel alive again, instead of the zombie-like man that I have become, going through the same motions day in and day out. Now, I’m a man who wants to live and correct my wrongdoings.” I press a kiss to her forehead, feeling her shiver at the touch. “I’m a man I think I can finally start to like again… because of you.”

My breath hitches. I’ve not been this honest with anyone in years. Not since my dad passed away. It feels good.

I allow my voice to drop, letting her hear my vulnerability. “You've set me free from a prison I built for myself. Twenty years of carrying a weight I didn't know how to put down. You walked into my life and made me remember what it feels like to want something. To have fun. To laugh.” I smirk against her skin. “And right now…”

She lets out a breathless laugh as I push her down onto the sofa's edge, turning it into a sharp gasp when I kick her legs wide open with my knee. Bending down so my lips hover over hers.

“I'm going to make sure you leave here completely satisfied,” I murmur against her mouth, “and knowing exactly what you do to me.”

I kiss her hard, claiming her lips with enough force to make her whimper into my mouth.

“You're going to come at least twice...” I pull back, dropping to my knees between her spread legs and holding them wide open with my hands. “And then, I'm gonna bury my cock in that tight little cunt and make you cum all over again.”

I drive two fingers deep inside her without warning. She's soaked, her wetness coating them instantly.