Chapter Ninety-Five—Finally!

Mait anxiously waited for Wyatt to respond. Sweat beading on his skin, he better not tell me I need to beg more. I both hate and enjoy it when he does this to me.

In all fours on the bed, eyes front and towards the headboard. Do not look back at me.

His firm voice sent a shiver through me. Eagerly, I nodded and hurried over, getting on all fours to wait for him. Sounds of movement near me made me want to look back, but I resisted the urge. He appeared to be rummaging through my drawers and closet. What's he trying to find?

Wyan emerged beside the bed. I noticed a scarf in his hand and a devilish smirk on his lips. I did as I am told, making sure to balance myself. He crawled onto the bed, tying my wrists together with part of it. He yanked my hands, causing my upper body to lower against the mattress. He took the remaining material and used it to secure it around the headboard, making sure it was tight enough for me not to escape.

Wyan climbed off the bed and removed his robe. I licked my lips, moaning when his perfectly sculpted body came into view.

“Eyes to the front, remember?” he hissed.

“Sorry, sir,” I whispered and turned away.

He vanished from sight. A minute later, the bed dipped behind me, and he took his place. His hand moved beneath, gliding his fingers across my folds. I moaned, rocking into his hand.

“Tuck, you are soaking,” he growled, moving up to circle my clit. Every part of me responded to his touch.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed out. I am extremely turned on and seeking pleasure urgently. He pulled back, and I huffed at the loss of contact. His warm lips kissed up my spine, and it was enough.

“Always so ready for my cock,” he growled, awaiting my ass. I could only nod. The tip of his cock teased my entrance. I gasped loudly and pushed my ass against him, urging him to penetrate me. He laughed loudly and created a distance between us.

“Wyan, please, quit teasing me,” I complained.

Wyatt finally inserted the tip into me, intensifying the throbbing in my pussy. He inched into me, and my first thought was yes, finally, but he had other plans. He dragged his cock back out.

He came down on my ass hard, and I squealed, a groan of annoyance and frustration exploding from my lips. I soon regretted my actions because his hand came down, my skin tingling from the pain.

“You complain once more, I will make you wait longer,” he warned, repeating the same action on my other ass cheek.

“Sorry, sir,” I whimpered. I closed my eyes, trying to think of other things to hopefully calm the aching between my legs. Nothing seemed to be working. He’s teasing me with the tip again, just like before. I kept it together the best I could. Suddenly, he thrust his cock into me with such intensity that my body lurched forward, and the bed shifted slightly. I screamed my head falling forward. Fuck! So good!

He went in and out of me vigorously. The sensation of him being inside me will always be exhilarating. The sounds he made when he fucked me were… a turn on.

“You need it, don’t you? You need my cock to fill you up? You crave it,” he growled, slapping my ass.

He gradually reduced the pace of his strokes, smoothly moving in and out of me.

“Please, sit. I need it hard and rough,” I whimpered. I’m almost there. I need him to end me. He pushed my face into the pillow, bringing my ass higher. He drew out of me, only for a moment before he slammed back in. I screamed, biting the pillow. Wyatt moved my hips back towards him as he moved forward, establishing a flawless rhythm. He hit my G-spot. My pussy clenched, and my whole body trembled.

And there it is. He growled. Despite not being able to see his face, I was certain he had a smug expression.

“Yes! I am close,” I breathed out. He slapped my ass. “Come for me.” A powerful wave of pleasure as my orgasm swept through me, traveling all the way down to my toes and making them curl. The intensity was overwhelming. I erupted around him, drowning his cock and probably the bed.

He didn’t give me a second to catch my breath. His hand moved to the front of my body, toying with my clit while he kept thrusting. I whimpered, tears filling my eyes with the intensity shooting through my body. I became lightheaded. My lips were silent, only pants and moans escaped. Every nerve of my clit was raging, and seconds later, I squirted all over his fingers. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling the heat of my skin and sweat dripping down my forehead; I was completely weak.

“Kitten, hold on for me,” he grunted from behind me, holding my ass up. I could only nod, close my eyes, and try to breathe. His cock hardened and pulsed.

“Fill me up,” I stammered out. Wyatt cursed and growled my name from behind, his warmth spilling into me seconds later. As he released, his fingers dug into my hip. His body fell against mine, our skin sticking together from the heat.

Exhaustion overcame me, and I started to drift off. The sensation of Wyatt’s lips on my bare shoulders snapped me back. He released my bound hands and lay down beside me. I’m unable to move. I can only turn my head to look at him. He has a flushed face.

Smiling, he brushed the hair from my forehead. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Tired,” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead. “Then rest.”

I shook my head. “No. I will be okay. I just need a minute or so to come down, too.” I giggled.

“Okay, beautiful,” he chuckled. My eyes started to close again, but I fought against it. I have to clean up. My legs and between my thighs are all wet and sticky. The sheet below me is drenched.

“We should really start putting a towel down,” I snickered.

“Who has time for that?” he laughed.

I summoned some energy, inched closer to him, snuggled up close, and buried my face in his neck. Wyatt stroked his fingers up and down my back. There’s a possibility I’ll drift off to sleep while he’s doing that.

“Rest a little. We can clean up after. Your body requires it.”

I nodded, yielding to sleep, and drifted off. I have no more energy to do anything else right now.