I fucking need it.

I bite down on her shoulder, and she yelps as I slide my fingers farther and inside her.

“Yes, Wilder. Right there,” she says as I move my fingers in and out of her while my thumb plays with her clit.

Her breathing grows heavier, nearly erratic. Her hand clamps over mine, keeping me in place, and her body tenses as her orgasm climbs.

“Fuck, yes, right there. Please don’t stop.”

“Never, baby,” I whisper as I bite down on her again, causing her walls to contract around my fingers.

“God, yes. Please. Again.”

I bite one more time and follow it with a lick of my tongue. She cries out my name and encourages me to move faster with my thumb. So I circle her clit, over and over and over again until her legs start to clamp around me, her hand tightens over mine, and her mouth falls open.

“Fuck,” she yells just before she tilts over the edge and starts calling out my name while her orgasm takes her over. “Oh God, Wilder. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

I relentlessly play with her, loving how she closes around my fingers, pulsing. I envision it being my dick inside her and how great it would feel. How great it felt last night and this morning. Seriously, her mouth is a sin, but that cunt of hers, what I wouldn’t fucking give to be deep inside her right now.

When she finally catches her breath, I lick my fingers clean.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I whisper.

She lifts up and turns around to face me. Her face is flushed, her hair is ragged from thrashing against me, and her tits are still out of her bra as she kneels between my legs and starts undoing my pants.

I stop her and say, “Scottie, you don’t have to⁠—”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do. I need your cock in my mouth.”

Well, I’m not going to stop her when she says shit like that. So I allow her to undo my pants, and then I lift up so she can drag them down along with my briefs. My cock stretches upward, and a satisfied smile spreads across her lips before she grips the base of my length and starts slowly squeezing. Short pumps of her hand, just squeezing while her mouth hovers over the head. And the anticipation, it’s fucking killing me. Because I know what that mouth feels like. I know how that tongue can dance over my piercings. I know what that throat can do.

“Babe,” I whisper. “Keep doing that, and I’ll come.”

“Good.”

“No, I want you to swallow me.”

She looks up at me, grins, and says, “I want it more than you.” Then she peeks out her tongue and starts dancing the tip over my piercings, and I swear to fuck, she knows how much it drives me crazy.