WRAITH (Iron Kings MC, #1)

I carried her over to the queen bed in the corner.
“Rock my world, Wraith.”
She was calling me out.
It. Was. On.

12
~Ashley~
 
HE GROWLED.
“I run a fucking marathon when I take a woman to my bed. It’s long, overwhelming, and intense,” he said, as he carried me across the room.
“Yes,” I breathed, relishing his erotic promise.
I wanted it.
I wanted him.
I wanted it all.
Fisting my hand in his tee, I jerked him down to me.
Our mouths clashed.
Lips teased.
Tongues tasted and danced with passion.
Hands roamed and pulled at each other’s clothes.
It was wild and desperate, completely out of control.
I pushed his shirt up and he broke our kiss momentarily to rip it up over his head.
My tank top was next, being tossed on the floor, and exposing my breasts.
Then, I was reaching for his belt, frantically working to undo it.
I popped the button of his jeans and jerked down his fly, then plunged my hand inside, beneath his boxers. He groaned as I grasped his hard cock. I ran my hand the length of his shaft, feeling it up, exploring his impressive length. I could feel it almost pulsing beneath my touch, all needy and frantic. Knowing I was having such an intense effect on him had a wave of confidence taking hold of me, bolstering me and shooting down my nerves.
I cried out when our connection was abruptly broken as he dropped me on the bed.
But it was only brief, as he hooked his fingers into my shorts and panties and tugged them down my legs, leaving me completely and utterly naked.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he told me, as he took me in, while shucking off his jeans and boxers.
He was on me in the next moment.
His big, muscular body covered mine, making me feel safe and deliciously wanton at the same time.
He kissed my neck, then trailed his tongue along my clavicle, down to the tops of my breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh with either hand, then alternated between each nipple, flicking, sucking, biting.
Panting, I arched my back, pushing them further into him and he moaned in appreciation as he lavished them with attention, until I was a writhing mass of need.
I reacted on a sexual instinct I didn’t even know I had, hooking my legs around his back, and pulling him into me, as I ground against his dick. I cried out at the friction of his hard length sliding through my wet pussy, teasing, and building pleasure so incredibly quickly.
His hand deftly slid between us, his fingers dancing over my pussy, his thumb brushing, then circling my clit.
“Oh God, yes!” I gasped at the sparks of pleasure he was causing. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I begged.
His light, brushing, erratic touches were the recipe for one hell of a building orgasm. I could feel it coming already, reaching the peak of exploding pleasure. I hadn’t even gotten myself to that point so quickly before. God, he was a sexual wizard.
I grabbed his head, digging my fingers into his scalp, then pulling at his hair, needing to hold him to me as his fingers had me drowning in pleasure.
He chuckled, then had me whimpering in protest as he abruptly pulled his hands away.
Leaning in, he whispered sexily in my ear, “You’re gonna come all over my face and I’m gonna lap up every fucking drop.”
God, yes.
In the next second, he flipped me onto my stomach in one smooth move.
He spread my legs and he had me gasping as he parted my labia with his fingers.
And then his tongue was on me.
I screamed as he dove in without mercy, his tongue swirling around my pussy, teasing my clit with figure-eight motions, then hard and soft flicks. The constant switch-up had pleasure shooting through me with such intensity that I had to fight to keep still. I was beside myself.
He thrust his tongue inside me, fucking me with it.
“Shit! Oh God!” I cried. I’d never felt anything like it.
When he withdrew, it was excruciatingly slow, making me feel every delicious pleasure-filled moment of it, heightening and drawing out the incredible sensation. He spread my juices all over my pussy, dousing me in my own juices.
Then he licked me clean all over again, returning to his swirling, clit-flicking.
He brought his fingers to my lips, drenched in my own wetness. I opened instinctively and sucked them clean, watching his eyes blaze with hunger at the sight.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned.
He pulled them away and then I felt what appeared to be at least two of them probing my entrance. He eased them in, working them deeper and deeper, bit by bit, stretching me open.
“Good girl. That’s it. Relax,” he spoke at my ear. “Take them. Take them deep, like you’re gonna take my cock.”
Groaning at the overwhelming sensations, I buried my face in the mountain of pillows and submitted to his ministrations.
His free hand caressed my back lovingly, reassuring me.
The slight burn of pain of his invading fingers subsided and there was only pleasure as he began fucking me with them.
Deeper.
Harder.
Wilder.
A warm wetness smothered my pussy again.
His tongue glided over my clit, slowly and deliberately, sending sparks of pleasure everywhere, as he continued finger-fucking me.
And then he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked.
Pleasure morphed to ecstasy and my orgasm slammed into me, making me shriek out at the top of my lungs, my body going rigid as pleasure took my body.
I collapsed onto my stomach.
He crawled up over me and eased me onto my back.
“Incredible,” he said.
I felt something being pushed into my hand and when he pulled back I saw that I was clutching a foil packet.
“Ready?”
I sat up and tore open the packet, nodding fervently.
When I hesitated from inexperience, Finn guided my hand, our fingers working together to ease the condom down over his hard length. Our gazes burned into one another’s, the anticipation of what was to come quickening our breathing.
Smiling, I ran my fingers up and down his sheathed shaft, relishing the feel of his thickness.