Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Good girl.”
He goes slowly, and I’m pretty sure I don’t breathe at all as he opens the snap on my jeans with a flick of his thumb, pulls down the zipper, then eases them over my hips, being careful to leave my underwear in place.
I’m surprised my underwear doesn’t wash away in a flood of my arousal.
Rhett peels my jeans down with the speed of a glacier, and the best and worst part is the way he leans in, so close that I can feel his breath on my pussy through my soaked panties.
He’s barely an inch away, taking deep breaths, exhaling against me. Once, the tip of his nose brushes against the fabric, and my whole body shudders. He looks up at me and smirks like the devil he is.
Finally, he has the fabric at my ankles, and he helps me step out of them, one leg at a time. Then he slides his hands back up my legs, and I come so close to begging him to bend me over the table and fuck me, but I bite my tongue and keep quiet.
When Rhett stands, I’m glad to see that he’s as tortured as I am. His cock looks like a python being smuggled in cotton, trying to find a way out of captivity.
Back in my chair, I pick up the cards with shaking hands and have to pause for a second to remember which direction the deal goes.
I’m barely keeping it together, but the Wilder brothers look worse off than me. Boone’s face is red, and Cade looks like he hasn’t blinked in half an hour.
By pure luck, Boone wins the next hand, tosses his cards down, and comes around the table. I’m desperately hoping he finishes what his brother started, and that’s where things seem to be headed when he pulls my chair out and gets to his knees in front of me.
He takes one of my feet in his hand and bends to press a kiss to the inside of my ankle. It’s so unexpectedly tender that my mouth drops open.
“What’s your prize, Boone?” I ask in a rough whisper.
“My prize,” he says, stroking the spot he kissed, “is you telling us what you want next.”
I don’t even have to think. “I want all of you.”
He curls his hand around my ankle, presses another not-so-tender kiss further up my thigh, then looks up at me from between my legs. “You have us, Wren.”
I reach for his face and urge him upward so I can kiss him. As we kiss, I fumble around until I find his belt. He’s the last one still wearing pants, and that needs to change immediately. He helps me undo the buckle and zipper, then stands and shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down with an impatience that equals mine.
As soon as his cock springs out, I take it in my hands and stroke his velvety length, tugging gently as it grows harder at my touch. I lean closer and lick a stripe along the bottom toward the tip, where he’s leaking precum. When I take him in my mouth, Boone moans and slides his fingers into my hair.
He cups my chin, and I look up at him as I suck on him like I’m starving.
I can’t take much of him, not without more practice, which I look forward to. Instead, I stroke his base as I suck on as many of his inches as I can manage. The way Boone responds tells me I’m doing just fine with such a formidable task.
“Oh, Wren,” he mutters when he’s not cursing under his breath.
I reach between his legs to gently cup his balls, and Boone’s legs wobble.
“Oh god, oh Wren.”
I look up at him and suck harder, flattening my tongue over his delicious ridges and swirling it around the flare of his head before taking him deep again.
“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
I smile up at him and keep at it, letting him know I’m not going anywhere.
When he starts to come, Boone looks and sounds like I’m ruining him, and I feel both powerful and honored to have such an effect on this big, rugged man.
His cock pulses in my mouth, and I swallow all that I can.
When the last aftershocks are passing through him, he presses his cock to my tongue, then pulls back. “Best poker win ever,” he says. He pulls out one of the empty chairs and collapses into it, like he’s surprised he managed to stay standing so long.
I kiss him again, then go to Cade, who gets to his feet as soon as I head his way. I look down at his cock, straining against his boxer briefs, then meet his eyes. “May I?”
His voice is hoarse when he says my name, but that’s all he says. He takes my hand and places it over his bulge, then squeezes his hand over mine so I feel the heat and hardness of him.