Wyatt
“Mmm, I like that. What did you bring in your bag of tricks?” I asked, nodding toward the backpack propped up against my sofa.
He gently gripped my chin. “Go get naked, Dimples. I want you on your bed on all-fours before I get there. We’re not usin’ condoms.”
My breath hitched as I nodded, turning on my heel and making a mad rush for my bedroom. I’d never stripped so fast in all my life, after brushing my teeth, then pulling my bedding down and assuming the position.
Sundance joined me about a minute later and my body thrummed with need. I could hear the metal of his belt clink as his jeans hit the floor and my p***y contracted with need.
“You ready to play?” he asked, kneeling behind me.
“God, yes.”
His fingers slid inside of me, sweeping my walls, and I mewed with need. I pr
