Wicked Man by Beth D. Carter Page A

touched a live wire. Her hands buried in his
    hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but he loved it. It gave
    everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on
    fire. He licked and sucked her in, sliding one finger into her heat. She
    bucked against his hand, so responsive it took his breath away. He
    had never seen anything more sensual, more desirous, than Abbott in
    the throes of bliss. When her body finally relaxed and she sagged
    back onto the blanket, he eased up his torment but he didn’t
    withdrawal from her body.
    He was far from done with her.
    Putting his hands under her knees, he pushed back her legs
    and scooted up until they hung over his arms. Then he dropped his
    head over her wet pussy and began his attack anew. He flicked her clit
    in quick, repetitive motions, making her scream in pleasure. Her
    cream ran and he lapped it up. He sucked on the little bundle of
    nerves and she splintered apart again. She tasted so damn good and he
    loved having her come apart in his arms. Damned if he wanted to
    stop.
    When she collapsed a second time, he finally pulled back and
    let go of her legs, wiping his face on the blanket. He was so fucking
    hard that it was actually painful to kneel in such a position. He winced
    as his pants refused to budge and adjusted his dick.
    “I want to fuck you now, Abbott,” he said. His voice had gone
    rough with lust surging through his blood.
    “Yes,” she moaned.
    It was all the affirmation he needed.
    He flipped her over and pulled her hips up into his then used
    his hips to spread her thighs wide. Her wet, pink pussy waited,
    swollen with her orgasms, and all he could envision was filling her up
    with his cum. It might be wicked of him to desire such a base,

    primitive need, but he knew once he saw his cum oozing out of her,
    his claim would be complete. She would be his, and he would hers. A
    partnership he’d been missing for too many years.
    He smacked her on her ass and liked how his handprint
    immediately showed up on her pale skin. Holding her ass cheeks in
    his hands, he spread her open and lined up his cock against her pussy.
    Unable to go slowly, he thrust forward, absolutely loving how her
    greedy little cunt sucked his dick in, clamping tightly down on his
    invasion. It was so fucking sexy to see her hole stretched to
    accommodate his girth, and he swore he just glimpsed a bit of what
    heaven must be like. Holding onto her hips, he plowed into her,
    thrusting hard and deep.
    “Fuck, you’re tight,” he gasped. “No wonder I came too soon
    that first time. Christ, you’ll be squeezing my cum out soon. I’m
    going to fill you up, babe.”
    “Oh! God, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!”
    Her passionate plea almost had him coming, and it took every
    restraint he had not to, not until he felt her splinter apart. He reached
    around to find her tits hanging down and pinched her nipple, tugging
    it hard and sharp. The small bite of pain sent her over the edge, and
    she cried out just as her pussy clamped around his cock. She came,
    and he lost it. Ramming himself in as deep as he could go, he emptied
    his cum into her pussy. In the back of his mind was the thought that
    she could get pregnant, but he didn’t fucking care. The thought of a
    son or daughter with Abbott didn’t scare him in the least, but the
    thought of ever losing her scared the shit out of him.
    When he was drained, he collapsed on her back, panting
    heavily. Her arms folded and they flopped upon the bed. His heart
    raced in his chest as the euphoria of his climax surged through his
    system. He dragged her over his body and held her tightly.
    “Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered.
    It didn’t escape his notice that she didn’t answer.

    ****
Sometime in the middle of the night his cell vibrated. Wick
    was instantly awake. He grabbed his phone and looked at the name.
    Unlisted.
    “Yes?” he answered softly, aware that Abbott was sound
    asleep beside him.

    “Meet me in town