Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“What’s going on with you?”
Fuck it. “Two couples fucking,” I announced.
His eyes widened, snapping to my face.
“Three blow jobs.”
His gaze smoldered again, darkening. He took a step toward me.
My voice dropped low. “Eight guys did a train on a girl out there.”
He moved even closer. Almost touching me. I could feel the heat of his body.
“She seemed to enjoy it,” I added.
I held his gaze, my head tipped all the way back now.
“My sister and her new man were doing things too. Right next to me.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not drunk, Shane. I want to fuck.”
His eyes? Instant black.
He reached for me, but I moved first. My hand went to his chest, and I dropped to my knees. My mouth watered. I’d never wanted to do this. Ever. Not once in my life.
I did for my husband, but rarely. On holidays. Birthdays. It was for him.
But this time, I reached for Shane’s pants—unbuckling them, sliding down the zipper.
I reached in and found his cock. This time it was for me.
I’ll process all of that later, I told myself as I sucked him into my mouth.
Then I was moving over him.
In. Out.
I deep-throated him.
Licked him.
Tasted him.
Circled his tip.
I stroked him as I slurped like he was a lollipop.
He watched me the whole time, enraptured. He seemed to be holding his breath.
Then I took all of him in again, all the way down my throat. As far as I could take him. I moaned, my sounds stifled around him. Then I braced myself, sinking down on my knees, and I grabbed his hips.
He reached down, taking my hair, and I tried to nod, telling him what I wanted.
He eased in, slow.
I moved farther down, finding a good sitting position, and I tried opening my throat even more.
He eased out. Slowly again.
Yes. I wanted him to do this.
Back in, but he was going too slow.
I’d been sucking him. I wanted him to take over.
I moved my head back, and there was a popping sound as his dick came out of my mouth. I looked up at him.
“Fuck my mouth.”
His eyes flared with a dark and primal pleasure there. When I saw he was down for this, I positioned myself again, grabbing his base. I vacuumed him in, and as he wrapped my hair around one of his hands, I reached for his hips and braced.
Then he began moving, fucking my face.
I let him have it.
I was starting to think I would always let him have it. But no, I didn’t want to process that either. Not until later.
Much later.
He tried to pull out to finish.
I didn’t let him.
I sucked him in, holding him, and then he twitched, filling me up. I looked up as I swallowed. His eyes were still black. He panted.
Then he growled and snatched me up, his hands under my arms. He carried me across the room, as if I were a doll. He tossed me onto the bed and I fell there, stunned a moment. He stripped my pants off, ripped my underwear away, yanked off my shirt, and pushed up my bra. When I was free for his viewing pleasure, he paused to admire me for a moment.
“Goddammit,” he growled. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He knelt on the bed, bending over me.
His hand went to my pussy, two of his fingers dipping in. His thumb moved over my clit just before he pulled out and smoothed his hand up my body. Pussy to stomach, between my breasts, all the way up to my throat where his hand circled me and his fingers went into my mouth.
I sucked them in, tasting myself, and closed my eyes as he bent down.
His mouth found my tits, and he circled one with his tongue, his teeth grazing over my nipple.
I gasped, sensations searing through me.
Never. Not ever had another man made me feel these things, do these things, made me hunger for more, demand more. Forget what the guy wanted. This was what I wanted.
Not once.
Shane pulled his fingers away, caressing my breast as his mouth moved to where they’d been. His tongue slid inside, and the kiss consumed me. In that moment, I felt ashamed because I knew I’d never loved my husband.
I couldn’t have.
Then I stopped thinking.
I only felt Shane.
27
SHANE
Her phone woke us up.
It was a few hours later, and I grabbed it, handing it over as she began to stir next to me.
I’d had my mouth in her, my fingers in all of her holes last night, but not my dick. Not yet.
She’d blown me twice, and holy fuck, what she could do with that mouth.
I’d fucked her tits.
Not my dick, though.
I was holding back. I didn’t know why.
In a barn surrounded by my brothers? That wouldn’t normally bother me. It was our way in this life.
But fuck me, I was holding back because she was holding back.