by Chloe Lang
Struggling to stay in control, to not lose himself to his own need, he massaged her soft, silky legs. When he felt her fingernails rake his shoulders, all his rationale was obliterated. His primal need twisted for release. He lapped her clit with his tongue.
“Do you want more?” His own words sounded more like a growl to him than he’d intended.
“G–God, yes,” she said breathily.
He stood and pulled her off the bed to a standing position. “I’m going to split your pussy wide open until you think you can’t take more, but you will. Much more. My cock will drive so deep into your sweet pussy that you will scream for mercy.”
She tilted her head down and closed her eyes.
“No, sweetheart. Look at me.” He cupped her chin and urged her to tilt her head up. Her eyes opened. “No mercy will come, doll. None.”
She squirmed.
He pinched her taut nipples. “How bad do you want me inside you?”
“What?”
He pinched harder on her tips, imagining what she would look like trussed up on a spanking bench. “Tell me. Don’t try to fool me. I repeat—how bad do you want me inside you?”
She blinked. “Very much.”
“Really?” Keeping his right hand on her breast, he moved his left hand between her parted legs until he found her clit. Then he pressed for a moment before releasing the little bud. “I’m not sure I should believe you, doll.”
“P–Please,” she begged, moving her hands onto his forearms.
Her forehead dropped to his chest, and she took hold of his left hand’s fingers, guiding them back to her clit.
His head swirled with a million thoughts and all of them were of her naked with his cock deeply seated into her body, into her pussy, into her flesh.
“I’m still not convinced,” he teased.
She wrapped her hand around his index finger and guided it into her sex. The slickness coated it as she shoved his thick digit deeper into her channel.
“O–Ohh…” she moaned, touching her clit with her other hand.
As his fingers plunged deeper into her cunt, Mackenzie undulated wildly, and he could feel her pussy walls tighten and release on his index finger.
She kissed his chest. “Now do you believe me?”
He placed his hands on the sides of the most beautiful face he’d ever laid eyes on. “Maybe.” He leaned down and kissed her. His tongue charged past her full lips, tasting her mouth’s warm moistness. A fiery ache took hold of him. A rush of heat rocked inside him as their kiss deepened even more.
He released Mackenzie’s quivering lips. Her normal tough exterior had softened. In fact, she looked so delicate, so frail, so feminine right now. But he knew she was also strong, determined, and not to be underestimated. He liked that part of her, but something about the tender side she was showing called to him in ways the other side didn’t. Both were parts of her, a combo that made the whole, and both drew him in like twin flames for a suicidal moth.
As if reading his mind and seeing his weakness, she shifted her hips forward toward him. His lust raged.
Remaining silent, he fell to his knees in front of her, threading his fingers through her pussy’s wet folds.
“I want you begging, baby. You ready to do that for me?”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “I am.”
Lapping up her delicious juices, he licked her pussy with abandon. “More, sweetheart?”
“Holy hell,” she yelled. “Please. God, please.”
“Love that begging.” Using his fingers and his tongue, he bathed and caressed her sex. He felt her hands hit the back of his head, and she pulled him forward. Her abandon quickened and warmed him.
More moans exploded from her as he manipulated her clit with his tongue. The scent of the wet heat between her thighs filled his nostrils and drove him to the brink of lusty madness. “That’s it, baby. Drown me in your sweet juices.”
His entire face was soaked with her wetness. Tonight, nothing would keep him from taking all she had to offer him. The guilt he felt that Wyatt was not here, not sharing, didn’t matter. Not now. Mackenzie needed him. His need for her soared.
“Come for me, doll.” He teethed her clit and fingered her folds, sensing she was close. Her shudder of excitement vibrated his entire face, fingers, and teeth. “That’s it. Ride it, baby.”
Licking her gave him a thrill. As her breathing quickened, his hunger grew. He reached around and cupped her bottom, pulling her in even tighter, lapping up every drop she had to offer.
“Y–Yessss!” she screamed, clearly lost to her climax.
Her sweet cream came out of her like a flood. Her body trembled like a live wire.
The moans and gasps fell freely from her mouth. She would feel total release, and he would enjoy that beyond even coming himself.
She swayed slightly.
“I won’t stop. Ever,” he said through his teeth.
“God, th–this is so—” Mackenzie’s skin flushed, and she tensed against him—then screamed.
As she succumbed to her first orgasm, Mackenzie shook against his mouth like an earthquake, clawing her fingernails into his shoulders.
Coming back up on his feet, Wade looked at Mackenzie. Her flushed skin over her whole body pooled brightest in her gorgeous face, especially her cheeks. Though he’d tasted her, he still had yet to enjoy the feel of her pussy on his dick. He knew that would be delicious, but something at the back of his mind hesitated. Why? Because he sensed once he sampled her body fully, connected physically in the most intimate of ways, everything for him would change. He’d enjoyed fucking his entire life and was good at it to boot. But what he and Mackenzie were creating together was something more, something he’d never experienced before. If he took the plunge, took the risk, his world would never be the same. But still he couldn’t stop touching her. The risk was immense. Even his brother might be lost to him in the fallout, but his hunger would not be quieted.
She wrecked him, capturing every particle, every thought, every speck of him like a powerful magnet. Escape was not possible. His willpower disintegrated as he inhaled her essence. Desire pushed him below the surface of his civilized exterior, to the place of instinct and lust. He placed her on the bed and took off his clothes in a flash.
“Should we stop?” she asked in a soft tone. “It’s not too late.”
I’m too much in my own head, and she’s picking up on that. What am I? I’m a man. Time to start acting like one.
He shook his head. “Never.” Tossing his doubts to the side, he embraced his hunger utterly. “You’re mine, doll. Mine. Got it?”
“For tonight, yes. I’m yours.”
He thought about correcting her—that she was his beyond this evening. His job was to convince her to surrender to him. This moment was only the beginning. He’d never considered a tomorrow before, but he knew that with her, with Mackenzie, he wanted not only tomorrow but also forever. Insane? Yes. But true.
The desire to be inside her was more than he could resist.
Like a predator, he crawled onto the bed next to her. Her shivers sent him deeper, to new levels of passion he’d never known before. He hoped that she, though an outsider, would come around to the Wilde way of life and accept what he and his brother had believed would one day be their future—one of sharing and loving the same woman. But if she couldn’t, he would make the choice he’d never known he was even capable of—leaving his brother, his twin, his best friend behind.
Chapter Seven
Mac continued to shiver uncontrollably from the ebbing climax Wade had given her just using his mouth. It was normally difficult for her to reach an orgasm. She could usually only do it through masturbation. Her previous experiences were nice, not like with Wade. “Nice” definitely didn’t describe what she was feeling. The pleasures she was feeling, provided by this cowboy, weren’t little ripples gently rolling through her body. No, these were massive explosions.
“God, your neck i
s delicious,” Wade said, nibbling on her flesh. “Ready for more, sweetheart?”
She wasn’t sure, but in a daze nodded that she was.
His cock was erect and pressed against her thigh. She’d played a game with him and Wyatt since meeting them at the diner two months ago. Flirting was fun. Did they think she was more experienced in the bedroom than she was? Likely. It was part of the tools she used in her job. Seduction had benefits. Knowing when to turn and run was critical, too. But she hadn’t turned anything off. In fact, she’d allowed herself to get sucked into the whirlpool of the fantasy. Now it was real. Now she was here in one of the sexy twins’ arms. What if she disappointed him once they moved to intercourse? What if her lack of skill turned him off? Enjoying fantasies was one thing. Acting them out was something else entirely. This could become a complete disaster.
“Wade, I’m a little rusty at this.” It wasn’t too late to exit, but she wanted him too badly to leave. He’d awakened something inside her that thirsted for more, for him to take her utterly. “Do you have protection?”
“I do, doll.” He held up an empty foil packet. “I already took care of it. There are two more of these in the front pocket of my Levi’s.”
Her jaw dropped. “You think we’ll need them?”
“No worries. There are also more in my nightstand.”
A red-hot sea of want boiled inside her. “I don’t know about that, cowboy.”
Wade massaged her breasts. Her stomach flip-flopped. “Let me run this, Mackenzie. You just enjoy the ride, okay?”
Her body was still buzzing. “I’m ready, Mister Conductor.”
“A train reference? Nice.” He grinned the sexiest grin she’d ever seen. “I love trains.”
“Me, too.” How odd that they would have that in common. What other connections might they find?
“All aboard?”
His muscled, fortresslike body surrounded her. She smiled. With them, she felt utterly protected.
“I want more of your pussy,” he said as he repositioned himself until his head was back between her legs.
Want shot up inside her at his admission. Her need intensified as he flicked his tongue on her clit. Oh yeah, I want more. Want him.
Wade tongued her into delirium and then backed away.
“Do you like torturing people?” she asked.
“It does have a certain appeal to me, but I must say that seeing you suffer so deliciously is out of this world. Trust me, sweetheart, I will let you come.”
She didn’t like the way that sounded. “Let me? How do you think you can stop me from coming, cowboy? It’s my body. It does have a mind of its own sometimes that even I can’t control.”
He kissed her stomach tenderly and turned his gaze up to her. “True. But I can control your body. Let me prove that to you.”
Wade’s hand moved up her thighs as he continued vibrating his tongue against her bud of nerve endings. Electricity pulsed through her to the edge of release. Then he stopped.
“Please. This is too much,” she panted as her pussy ached and her clit throbbed.
“That’s the begging I hoped to hear,” Wade growled. Again he licked on her mound, pressed on her clit.
Mac couldn’t keep her thoughts straight. He was making her dizzy with his words and touches. She needed them, despite everything. She felt her eyes water. The task that had brought her to Wilde had always been in the forefront of her mind for weeks and weeks, but now, for just a bit, it fell to the back of her consciousness, allowing the briefest respite.
“Tell me what you want.” Wade’s hand moved up her thighs as he continued vibrating his tongue against her bud of nerve endings. A tremble pulsed through her. “Beg sweetly.”
“I want this. I want you.”
“Be more specific, sweetheart. How do you want me?”
She knew he wasn’t going to give it to her until she said it. “Inside. Please, Wade. I need this so badly.”
“I know.” His words held an understanding and kind note to them. Gone was the bravado she’d seen from him and his brother, replaced by this gentle yet powerful male. “You need this slow. Very slow. I want you to feel every inch of my cock pressing the walls of your pussy.”
She closed her eyes, letting both his explicit words and bass tone fill her ears. Like a cascade, it poured through her, warming her insides to the max and making her so thirsty for him. Need. Unimaginable need pushed and pulled her.
“Yes.” She could hear her own desperation in her timbre. She had to have him. All of him. “Every inch inside me…pressing.”
She grinned, realizing how wild she was acting. Not her norm by a long shot. Logic and methodical planning were the tools she was comfortable with. But deep down she’d always suspected wildness could overtake her. Perhaps that was why she’d been so careful with emotions and attachments. There was no place for that here. No logic. No internal deliberation. All that existed between her and Wade, this so very sexy cowboy, was something new. Tonight she’d let go and enjoy the feelings flowing out and filling her with utter abandon and desire.
Wade traced his finger through her pussy once again. “You’re something special, Mackenzie. Amazing.” Wade’s voice echoed in her head, quieter than the overwhelming storm he was creating inside her body.
“We’re really doing this?” Her voice seemed far and away. Delicious dizziness kept her from truly focusing on anything other than her frequent shivers.
“Yes, sweetheart.” Wade moved until his muscular body was on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She felt so very feminine and alive. His brown eyes pierced her with the wildness she saw in them. “Give me a reason why I should stop.”
She could call up a million reasons why she shouldn’t, but her desire would not be denied. Not now. Surrender was all she could muster. She wanted him, to give herself completely to him.
His gaze never faltered. “Can’t think of any, can you?”
She shook her head.
He grinned and feathered his lips on hers. “I can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy with my cock.”
All aboard.
Wade reached between them for her sex. “You’re so wonderfully wet for me.”
She felt the blood pool in her cheeks for a moment, not from embarrassment, but from something else, something so hot it made her skin sizzle. His fingers circled her clit while his other hand tweaked her right nipple. An immense pulsation of yearning inside her echoed his caresses. Every part of her was on fire.
“Talk dirty.” Wade growled at her. “Tell me what you want.”
He sure liked talking for a guy. She’d never been much for verbalization during sex, but with him, with this cowboy, it seemed to come so easy, almost naturally to her. “I want you to have intercourse with me.”
He snorted. “I said ‘dirty,’ not ‘clinical,’ sweetheart. Let me hear your passion.” There was something dangerous and so damn attractive about him she’d never seen before. What woman wouldn’t want such a powerful, possessive man by her side?
Lost in the haze of the passion he’d awakened in her, the need to please him was crushing. “Please fuck me, Wade. I have to have you inside me. Fill me up. Fill my pussy up.”
Ever so slightly, Wade nodded his approval. His tanned frame glistened from the need pinging off his body, fueling her need even more.
Mac looked deep into those eyes she’d first seen two months ago. Dark, lusty. His intensity continued to grow.
Her mouth went dry. Could she satisfy such a man?
Wade moved until the tip of his thick cock touched her pussy. Dark eyes probed her. Another wave of warmth rolled through her. She wanted him inside her more than anything.
“Ready?” His tone deepened. He looked as if he was keeping a hungry lion at bay inside him. She wanted to be devoured, to fall completely into his embrace both inside and out.
“Yes.”
He guided his dick past her swollen folds and into her pussy. Pressure. His delicious pressure fi
lled her, gliding against sensitive nerves that had her gasping and clawing his shoulders. Quakes rolled through her as her pussy tightened on his shaft, clenching and releasing, again and again.
“God. Oh God.” Her pants and words came faster and faster.
“So tight. Fuck. Beautiful.” Wade’s words warmed her body even more.
She rotated her hips, pushing hard against him as Wade massaged her butt with one hand and tugged on her hair with the other. Her world, with all its worries, seemed so distant. Her body, her need, her cravings, were all that remained, demanding satisfaction.
Wade began pumping into her pussy, making her dizzy, thirsty, hungry, and wonderfully overwhelmed. Guiding her up and down his cock, over and over. In her entire sexual experience, nothing compared to this. Impulsively, she pushed her pelvis into him hard, stroke for stroke. Drunk on desire, a pleasurable wooziness assailed her. A spasm of craving ripped through her, washing away hesitation, doubt, and worry. Another spasm and another.
Almost audible, forceful and indescribable sensations crashed through her body. Her flesh was on fire. Her nerves sparked with something akin to electricity. Never had she felt so feminine or alive.
Wade’s thick cock pushing inside her drew out a whimper from her lips. He leaned in and kissed her more tenderly than before. Her clit throbbed as she matched his speeding strokes. Her orgasm began as a long explosion. Goose bumps covered her skin, not from being cold, but from being so very hot.
Wade nibbled her earlobe, his breathing hard, rhythmic, hypnotic.
Closing her eyes, she loved being lost in the vibrations swamping her entire body. Unparalleled passion overtook her.
“Now,” Wade shouted. “Come for me now, Mackenzie.”
Her body responded instantly to his command, sending her over the edge of sanity. Every cell seemed to ignite. And from something so instinctual, so primal inside her came a scream of release. “Yes. God. Yes.” The final syllable was more an utterance than a word that faded into eventual soft pants. “Ohhh…”