Page 105 of Filthy Fae

With a growl, Waylon complied, letting me slide all the way down his body until I was standing on my feet. And let me just say, it wasn’t easy not to rip his pants down and tell him to ravish me right there on the stairs. Instead, I pulled up my pants.

“You’re wasting your time with that,” Waylon said, scooping me into his arms this time. He wasted no time in getting to the bedroom, where he tossed me on the bed. Looming over me, he whipped open his belt buckle and drew out that huge cock. My thighs clenched in excitement, but Waylon wasn’t having any of that. He yanked my jeans back down and rolled me over, dragging me to the edge of the bed.

“Wait,” I said, squirming away. I sat up and pulled off my jeans, tossing them on the floor. Then I rolled away on the bed and patted the spot beside me, smiling up at him. “Come lay down with me.”

With a growl of frustration, Waylon joined me.

“Kiss me first,” I said. “You can’t just expect me to be ready all the time. You gotta warm me up.”

I thought he’d roar in frustration, but he laid down beside me. In seconds, he’d rolled me over though, his mouth crashing down on mine.

“Slow down,” I said, giving him my sweetest smile. “Make love to me, Waylon.”

“I’m trying,” he growled, pulling my legs open.

I pushed his hand away again, rolling onto my side and scooting closer. “Hold me a minute,” I said, hooking my leg over his.

His hot cock throbbed against my belly, and I arched against it. My pussy ached for him to fill it, but I held back. Waylon kissed me, his tongue plunging into my mouth. His hands squeezed my ass, rocking me against him. The base of his cock pressed against my clit, and I moaned into his kiss.

“Damn it, I can’t wait any longer,” he said, wrenching my knee up so my leg was hooked around his hip.

“Just a little longer,” I said, though I didn’t think I could last another minute. I pushed myself up, climbing astride his narrow hips. I ran my nails down his sculpted chest and chiseled abs before grabbing the head of his huge, glorious cock. I slid my thumb over the tip, shuddering with longing when a drop of wetness met my touch. I slicked my thumb across his soft skin, and Waylon groaned, lifting his hips and sliding his hands up my thighs, spreading my lips open with his thumbs.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned, grinding his rigid length against my pussy.

“You don’t like it?” I asked, widening my eyes innocently. Instead of putting him inside me, I settled on top of his cock so it was between my folds. Sliding up and down his shaft, I let him feel exactly how wet I was.

He slid his hands around my thigh and pulled me forward, plunging a finger deep into me. I gasped, arching my back as he spread my ass cheeks and opened me wider, working two fingers into my pussy. “God, Amber, your cunt is tight,” he rasped, thrusting his fingers faster while his thumb pressed against my other hole. “Let me feel it stretched around my cock.”

I wanted to hold out longer, but I couldn’t resist another second. “Okay,” I gasped, ready for more than his fingers inside me.

He flipped me onto my stomach, but I rolled onto my back and opened my arms to him. “Come down here,” I said.

With a growl, he sank down from his knees, positioning himself to drive into me.

“Nice and slow,” I said.

Biting his lip, Waylon pushed the head of his cock against my opening, slicking it through my juices until it was soaked. Then he pressed harder and harder until his cock sunk into me. I gasped and lifted my hips, my nails digging into his thighs.

“Keep going slow,” I panted.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re bossy as hell?”

“I never get to be the boss,” I said. “I wanted to see what it’s like.”

“If you want to be the boss, fuck Holden,” he said. “I’m the boss when I’m inside you.” He pushed deeper with each pass, but he went slow, like I’d asked. The heat and size of him inside me had me ready to explode within minutes.

“I think I’m okay with that,” I said, letting go at last. “I’ll just lay back and enjoy the ride.”

“Hold on tight.” Waylon gripped the headboard and drove into me so hard I slid up the bed, and my head banged against the wood.

With a cry, I reached up to push myself down again, but Waylon only drove harder the next time, his cock slamming so deep into me that I cried out. My palms braced against the headboard, I got even more leverage as Waylon pounded into me, thrusting his huge cock into my tightness over and over, until I could hardly breathe.

“Look at me,” I panted.

“What?”

“Look at me,” I said.