Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

She climbs in bed and getting between my hips, she spreads her thighs in front of me. What a view to lose my damn mind!

“You had your chance,” she says, slowly trailing her finger down her belly and reaching her pussy.

I swallow hard. “A big mistake, the biggest of my life.”

What happens next will go down in my history as both a fantastic and maddening experience, she pushes two fingers inside of her, throwing her head back. Her mid-back long blonde hair spills over the mattress, creating a halo of light––a goddess.

Her moans fill the room, but there’s a pinch of frustration ringing through.

I tear at my bindings, needing to satisfy my woman, but to no avail. Building frustration wrestles with my blinding desire.

“I bet you want my fingers stretching you. Mine are bigger, a bit rougher. You might be a princess, but you want to be dirtied up, fucked hard, don’t you?”

My words spur her on. The squelching sounds of her fingers pushing in and out of her wet pussy are so damn sensual I want to record it and play it on repeat.

A tremor rocks her, and her body constricts. She comes on a long moan, and I come right along with her, spilling into my boxers.

We both pant and she says, “I needed that.”

“Give me a taste.”

She gets on all fours, crawling to me. Straddling my chest, she traces her manicured fingers along my lips. Like the insatiable guy I am, I wrap my mouth around them, sucking them in.

“Let me lick your pussy clean next.”

“Nope.”

She slides off me and lies on her back. Propped on her elbows, looking all smug, yet contemplating my chest.

It hits me with regret. I wanted her to come on my fingers, my mouth, my dick and then hold her tight.

“Untie me.”

“Why?” she asks, her tone laced with sadness, wearing a faraway look.

“I need to touch you. Hold you.”

“Too late.”

“Princess, I will make you come so hard.”

“You had your chance.”

“And I blew it.”

Emotions flicker in her eyes, and she scoots up, hugging her knees to her chest. So she is vulnerable after she comes.

She fidgets with the sheet. “Promise me something first.”

“What?”

“You’ll give me a twenty second head start.”

“Deal.” I’m faster. I will catch her, and then I will show her what playing games with me will do to her.

Before she unties my bindings, she says, “You won’t catch me. There is no us. It can’t be. This is the end.”

No, there is no end between us.