Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) (50 page)

He smirked at her. “You’re gonna love it even more after you slurp it off my cock. And me? I’m going to dribble some slowly onto your beautiful, sexy clit then suck it off slowly until you spread your legs wide so I can lap it up with your delicious nectar. A Brynn cocktail. You up for that, my slut Queen?”

“Who goes first?” she asked.

“Hmmmm,” he teased. “Knowing how you are once you get my cock in your mouth, I think you go first. Lay down on the towels, hands above your head—and keep them there.”

She lay down and got into position as he walked to each side of the bed and switched on battery operated candles that flickered softly like the real thing. He clicked the loft lights off so the space was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in the huge arched window and the flickering candles. Just like he envisioned.

Kneeling next to her again, he told her, “Close your eyes. I want you to feel and nothing else. Don’t talk and don’t move your hands.”

When she complied, he started touching her softly. Running his fingers down her arms, making her squirm when he reached her sensitive armpits, all along her sides to her hips where he moved into the center and let his fingertips drift from her belly button to between her beautiful, swollen breasts and up her neck to her chin. He even traced his fingers over her lips until she moaned and gasped for breath.

Over and over he stroked her like a cat, moving lower each time until he was touching the curls of her sex. She shifted her legs in anticipation, and he smiled knowingly. At that point he switched his attention to her legs which quivered so perfectly as he lightly stroked her skin, first on the outside of her thighs and then along the inside from her ankles to the juncture where her womanhood waited for his attention. After a couple of minutes of this she was relaxed and purring, exactly as he wanted her.

Next he got a little greedy and sucked her tits hard, nipping her skin with his teeth, biting her nipples and leaving countless marks on her pale flesh. When she looked in the mirror tomorrow she’d see the evidence of his possession. The thought made his cock twitch. Trailing his tongue down her center he swirled around her belly button, then moved lower until he reached the barrier of her pretty blond curls. He made sure to leave a love bite there too—like a tattoo that said, ‘my pussy is his’.

Pushing her legs open, he got into position and reached for the champagne.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered hoarsely. He wasn’t made of stone, but his cock sure felt like it was. Teasing her had made him so hard he was afraid he’d be doing permanent damage to his organ until he remembered that soon her mouth would be having its wicked way with his flesh. He could wait, but he wasn’t sure for how long.

Looking at her spread out before him in all her pale skinned blond glory wearing only the diamond and sapphire earrings and necklace stirred his senses. If he weren’t afraid someone else would see it, he’d take a picture of her as she was so he would always remember what her sweet submission actually looked like.

Using his flute of champagne he dribbled some slowly into her already damp curls and grinned. Fuck. Just as beautiful as he’d hoped. He spread her lips apart with his hands, opening her to his gaze and his tongue. Was there anything quite as vulnerable or as enticing as Brynn’s blond and pink pussy waiting for him to devour it?

His tongue was eager to taste her. Running the flat of it from back to front he ended at her swollen nub as she writhed and moaned. Flicking the tip on her delectable clit he was careful not to send her up and over too fast. He wanted this to last as long as possible, preferably until she was mindless with desire.

At some point, he grabbed a pillow and rolled it under her hips so her pussy was perfectly open and available as he poured the champagne bit by bit on her swelling flesh then licked it off.

Her legs were quivering like crazy and she was moaning non-stop, her head rolling back and forth as she arched off the bed, desperate for him to finish her off. Jax wanted to use his fingers and penetrate her till she screamed, but the next time he was inside her it would be with his cock. For now, his goal was to make her come on his tongue, which was exactly what he told her.

“My slut Queen likes it when I lick her pussy. I can taste your desire Brynn. So sweet. So wet. Are you ready to come on my tongue, baby? “

He flicked his tongue on her clit then sucked the glorious nub into his mouth where he suckled it with strong, rhythmic tugs. She was soaring toward an orgasm, something he could feel by the way her flesh flushed with heat and throbbed. Placing his mouth on her wet opening, he lapped at her nectar and tongued her hole. It was she on the brink of a climax, but Jax was practically blind with lust. Her taste clung to his lips and coated his tongue. With one last pour of champagne he dove onto her pussy and went to town, licking, biting, sucking, groaning until she finally exploded and came in a gush that shocked him. The scream that tore from her throat was something he’d remember forever. Holding her open as she shook and cried while he sucked her clit without mercy was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever known.

When her climax was over he groaned and grabbed his cock as the pain of being engorged for so long finally got to him. He fell on the bed next to her and shook, desperate for her mouth.

Even though she was a bit wobbly, he heard her take a big slug of champagne before she poured a steady stream on his belly button down his abdomen and onto his raging cock. From there it all started to blur in his mind. She lapped at the fluid starting with his navel then licked his skin straight down to his staff. She took another drink from the glass then quickly slid her open lips down his cock with the champagne still in her mouth. He hadn’t expected that and nearly bucked off the mattress in reaction.

“My Queen,” he roared with undiluted pleasure. “Suck my cock, baby. Let me feel it slide down your throat.”

“With pleasure,” she groaned and then proceeded to take him on a mind-blowing journey to cock sucking heaven.

Maybe it was the alcohol or even the sheer eroticism of what they were doing; he wasn’t sure, but she totally went for it, gobbling his throbbing shaft with wild abandon, massaging his balls and using her tongue on him in ways he didn’t know were possible.

Only his desire to come inside her kept him from losing control and shooting down her throat. That didn’t however stop him from grabbing her hair and literally face fucking the shit out of her wicked mouth. It was glorious and unbridled, raw and so fucking primal, he was sure the sounds he was making came from the basest part of him.

When Jax couldn’t take anymore and keep his sanity, he pulled her off his cock and roared, “I’m going to fuck you like a slut now my sexy Queen.” Throwing her on the bed with more force than he intended, she landed with a thud, but like the good girl he loved so much, she immediately opened her legs and undulated her hips in invitation.

He crawled between her open thighs and thrust his fingers inside her dripping pussy, using his thumb to make her clit hard. With his other hand he stroked his hard cock and growled at her like an animal in heat. She was watching him now through shuttered eyes and writhing frantically under his touch.

“Legs up,” he commanded. She instantly pulled her knees back as far as they would go but that wasn’t going to be enough. He wanted to be deeper inside her than he’d ever been before. Needed to sink his cock into her
hard
until their flesh melded.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted them up until her calves rested on his shoulders. She whimpered as he turned his face and bit down on her skin. It was the perfect position for what he wanted. The sapphires and diamonds twinkled in the moon and candlelight urging him on. She was his love, his Queen, his beautiful, beautiful slut, and he was going to fuck her the way she deserved to be fucked.

He kept his hands around her ankles as he guided his throbbing cock into position.

“Beg for it, baby. Beg me to fuck you.” She grunted and whimpered, her arms flung wide, clutching the sheets.

“Yes, yes,” she cried. “Do it Jax. Fuck me hard. I want all of you. Inside me. Please, please,” she sobbed uncontrollably.

He lunged forward with a bellowed grunt and forced his huge shaft into her wet depths.
Fuck.
That first savage penetration felt fantastic. Her pussy welcomed him home and started a chain reaction of white hot arousal that fed his lust as he fucked her like an animal. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. He didn’t know that sort of blinding, carnal craving was even possible.

With each powerful thrust she cried out and begged for more. Her sobs turned him inside out. His cock felt like it had a mind of its own as he hammered her ruthlessly and without mercy.

“Fuck me,” he shouted when he felt her inner muscles squeeze his cock like a vise. Her cunt tightened up as her flesh contracted violently. “More, baby. Fuck me more my beautiful slut.”

She started screaming his name, and her cries triggered something deep inside him. Every inch of his body seized up and his muscles began contracting in unison with hers. An orgasm built in the soles of his feet, climbing up his legs and into his spine as he thundered into her.

He roared in a hoarse voice, “Come all over my cock, love. Come for me Brynn!”

Her climax erupted in a blinding rush of heated cream and clutching muscles as she sobbed under his powerful hips. It was just what he needed to set off his completion. The tingling in his spine spread into his shoulders as a violent shaking overtook him. When the sensation detonated in his head, he erupted, viciously slamming his cock into her over and over. Nothing like this had ever happened before. The orgasm he had was so powerful, so all encompassing that he couldn’t stop fucking her. Not while her cunt milked him and throbbed like a motherfucker. He’d never come that much in his entire life. It felt like a spigot had opened as he emptied inside her body.

There was nothing after that. Oblivion claimed them both. Maybe they died and drifted in each other’s arms to heaven. His last conscious thought before the darkness claimed him was that he’d never love anyone the way he did Brynn.

T
HERE WAS A NOISE IN his head that started low and got louder, like the sound a helicopter made as it approached, with the distinctive whoosh-whoosh-whoosh from the blades cutting through the hot, sand clogged air. He felt weighed down by the seventy pounds of body armor and packs strapped to his body as he crouched on the hard-packed ground behind a mud wall. All around him people were shouting, some of the words in Arabic, some in English. He was in hell.

A tremendous explosion went off, the concussive waves pushing him to the ground, clouds of brown dust littered with debris and flesh flying through the air. He heard the soldier next to him grunt, “Motherfuckers,” followed by the sound of a semi-automatic firing repeatedly.

He peered around the edge of the wall as the other soldier boxed him in with his legs while he stood and fired off endless rounds over the top. There was more yelling and a flurry of shots firing. As the dust settled and his vision cleared, he saw a body on the ground about twenty meters away.
Must be a civilian
, he thought because instead of the camo style uniform worn by the U.S. troops he made out blue jeans and a white t-shirt turned grimy and brown from the dirt swirling in the air.

His heart started beating wildly, an odd sense of freefalling panic invading his senses and then he heard it. His name being called out. What the fuck? In the next instant he saw blond hair spread out on the ground and blood seeping into the earth.

“Brynn!” he screamed as a dark terror grabbed him by the balls. Jesus fucking Christ. He had to get to her before she bled out. Lurching to his feet, he fired blindly as the nightmarish scene continued to unfold. Bullets were so thick in the air he could hear them as they sped past his helmet. With his M4 carbine in a death grip he fired off a series of three-round bursts as he made his way to her. With each volley, he felt the powerful recoil hit his shoulder as his fury pushed him to rain bullets on anything that moved in his frantic, desperate attempt to reach her before it was too late. “Brynn!” he screamed again as the terror washed over him and crushed his soul.

As the last recoil ended after one final barrage, he opened his eyes reached out by reflex and grabbed the hand pushing against his shoulder. His combat training took over as he wrenched the person’s arm with a mighty yank and flipped them onto the ground, pinning them to the spot with his weight. His hand pulled back ready to pummel the threat when he heard a wild, hysterical cry split the air. “Jax!”

He hesitated long enough for reality to seep into his system. Holy fuck. What the hell just happened? He looked down in wonder at the shaking body underneath his and found Brynn staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

Relief flooded his mind. Thank fucking God. She wasn’t injured and bleeding out on some Iraqi battlefield. It was just a nightmare, not the real thing. A heartbeat later that relief was replaced with soul-searing horror when he realized what was happening. If his mind hadn’t cleared when it did he would have used his fist to beat the fucking crap out of her, believing she was an insurgent intending to kill him.