Chapter One Hundred and Nine: Exactly What I Need

Atahet turned on me, and Wyatt has barely started with me. I believe Angelina had a hand in making him come to me; I saw them talking. I wonder what she said to him. I need to thank her later. He better not be messing with me again, or I may lose my shit. I can’t take any more of this—no release. My body aches. Wyatt’s lips trail down my jawline and neck. I moan softly and tilt my head to grant him better access. My skin heats under his lips. He sucks and nibbles on my skin.

“Wyatt, please,” I hex, needing more.

His lips rest at my ear. “Think you need me that badly, kitten? Is your pussy aching for me?” he rasps, biting my earlobe.

A deep moan escapes my lips. “Yes, sir. Always aching for you.”

Wyatt’s hand descends my body and between my thighs. He gropes me before thrusting two fingers into my—ugh. My squeal echoes through the room. Soaking wet, as he gives a few pumps of his fingers and draws them out of me. I glare up at him. Wyatt smirks and pops them into his mouth, sucking on them and groaning loudly.

“Mmm, I love your taste, but I need a better one.”

Wyatt’s lips drag down over my throat and between the valley of my breasts.

“Please, bury your tongue in my pussy,” I plead.

He wraps his mouth around my left nipple, sucking and tugging it between his teeth. It hardens in his mouth. I gasp, and the pulsing between my thighs intensifies. He repeats the action on my right one. My entire body shudders below him. As much as I love the attention on my nipples, I need him to go down on me. I lift my hips and rock against him. Surely, he will get the hint. He does, and soon his mouth covers my clit. He sucks on it before circling his tongue. I cry out as pleasure soars through me.

Wyatt explores every inch of my pussy. He groans against me, adding to the sensation. His tongue dips inside, and he places his thumb on my clit, applying pressure.

“Yes, fuck, so good.” My body has been ready for this all night. I work my hips against him. It doesn’t take long for my climax to creep up on me. I begin to shake.

“I am close,” I pant.

Wyatt stops and glances up at me. “So close, so quickly, kitten?”

“Tex. You know I’ve been needing this all night. Wyatt, please don’t mess with me again. I can’t take it anymore,” I whine.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, you are going to get what you need, as I promised.”

His head disappears between my thighs again. He works his magic tongue and fingers on me. It takes only seconds before my body shakes from a mind-blowing wrath below him as the orgasm dominates me.

“Wyatt,” I squeal as I come hard. There is a lot. I am making a mess. Wyatt drinks me up, not missing a drop. He groans as I continue to release over his tongue. When I thought I was calming down, Wyatt has other ideas. He puts pressure on my clit and dips two fingers into my pussy. My head falls back, and another orgasm rips through me. The intensity makes me squirt all over his face. Wyatt doesn’t mind. My head spins, the aftereffect from the orgasm.

When I’m still below him, he pulls away. I pant, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I glance at him. Wyatt smirks up at me, his skin gleaming with my juices. He kisses up my body and sits on my stomach. His hardened cock digs into me. He traces his tongue along his lips and moans, “Your pussy is my favorite taste.” He rubs and squeezes my thighs together. His words ignite desire in me. He kisses me roughly, and I can taste myself on his lips, something I’ve become familiar with. He always does…