The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(59)

“Take these off.” I pulled at her underwear and she lifted her hips to let me slide them down. My mouth was only a foot from her pussy and I groaned at the sweet scent of her arousal. I needed to taste her, like a man walking through a desert needed water. I needed her so badly, my balls ached.

I slid my fingers over her slippery center again and she moaned.

“You’re a fucking goddess, you know that?” My voice was rough and demanding.

Her eyes widened a fraction at my words, watching me with parted lips like she was in a dream.

I paused my fingers. “Answer me.”

She jerked a nod and I rewarded her with more soft circles on her clit.

A wicked grin pulled at my features. She had no fucking clue how sexy she was, how fucking hard she made me. No clue. I’d break her, though. I’d work my way into that innocent little head until she knew the power she held.

When I was done with Hannah, she’d know she was beautiful. More languid brushes across her tight bud of nerves. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and she arched back, closing her eyes.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I told her. “Open your eyes.”

She lifted her head again, wincing with hazy eyes. Her breath caught as I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

“You’re going to come tonight,” I told her, slipping a finger inside. Her breath hitched and she moaned, clenching me. Holy fucking hell, she was tight. On instinct, I ground my cock against the mattress.

The sounds of my finger moving in and out of her filled the tent, accompanied by her short, breathy moans. She clenched me as I worked her heat, and when she had adjusted, I added a second finger.

“Wyatt.” Her voice strained with need, and my body shuddered.

Her eyes were closed again. She gripped the sleeping bag tight.

“I’m not going to tell you again, Hannah. Keep your eyes open while I fuck you with my fingers.”

She propped herself up on her elbows, watching me. “It feels so good.”

“I know. I know it does, baby.” I curled my fingers until I found the right spot.

Her eyes widened and her walls clenched around me. Her abs tightened and I squeezed her ass.

“What is that?” Her voice was high and breathy.

I laughed, low and dark before pressing a kiss to her stomach. “That’s your G-spot, baby. This is the spot that’s going to make you see fucking stars tonight.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “You’re so good at this.”

There was no happier man on the planet.

“You’re so good at this,” I told her. “Look at you, doing so well. You’re going to come.”

She nodded and winced. “I want to. I want to come with you.”

“You will. I can feel it.”

Her eyelids fell halfway before she snapped them back open to watch me.

“Good girl,” I whispered, and her slick walls pulsed around me.

My fingers massaged her G-spot, and I brushed a thumb over her clit. Her hips bucked.

“Who’s going to come tonight?” My tone was low.

She winced from the pleasure. “Me.”

“That’s right, you are.”

She nodded and her soaking pussy clenched me again.

“You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking well.”

She moaned again and her hands clenched the sleeping bag. “I want to touch you.”

“No. Not right now. I’m busy. Right now, we’re making you come.” I added pressure with my thumb on her clit and she moaned again. I slipped my hand out from under her ass and set it palm-up on her stomach. “Hold my hand, baby. Hold on to me while you come.”

She fell back onto the pillow and grasped my hand with both of hers. Fuck, she was so sweet, so trusting and brave. Something expanded in my chest that had nothing to do with sex. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back like she’d float away if I let go.

“Wyatt,” she moaned. Her muscles tightened around my fingers and I massaged the spot inside her harder.

I pressed a kiss to her smooth thigh and scraped my teeth across the skin.

“Wyatt. Oh my god.” She writhed under my hands, like in my dreams. Her legs shook.

“Be as loud as you want, there’s no one around for miles. Keep fucking my hand until it feels too good. I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“It’s too intense.” Her voice teetered on the edge, frantic and desperate. She writhed against me. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” She was soaking my fingers and my thumb swirled faster. “You’re going to come harder than ever. Do you hear me?”

She nodded, an expression of pain on her face, and her eyes fell closed.

“I’m going to die,” she whimpered. Fucking hell, her voice was driving me crazy.

“You’re not going to die, baby. Let go and let it happen. Come on my fingers.”

She pulsed again. She cried out and it echoed back to our tent from outside. Fuck, that made me even harder, that Hannah had no idea how loud she was. That I was making her lose control.

“You’re going to come soon, I know it.”

Her pussy clenched again. I lowered my mouth to her clit and sucked hard.

Her hips bucked against my mouth and I nearly came from her sweet taste. A noise of pure pleasure rumbled from my chest.