Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1)

by Suzanne Halliday

  Keeping both hands on her ass, he canted his hips forward so she could feel the unmistakable proof of his manhood pressing into her saying, “Take my shirt off babe. Slowly. I want to watch your elegant hands undoing the buttons one by one.”

  Oh God. He thought she had elegant hands? She had to smile because it was exciting to hear that considering she had a bad case of hand lust going on where his big, manly paws were concerned.

  The bulge in his pants became a distraction once Brynn began unhurriedly slipping each button on his grey shirt through its hole. Without realizing it, she was shimmying on the protrusion as she concentrated on the task at hand. He let her know he wasn’t immune to the heat coming off her body or the seductive wiggle when he slapped her butt and groaned with a chuckle, “If you keep doing that I’m going to have to teach your naughty ass a lesson. I’m making love to you this time Brynn. Slow, deep, endless. Don’t try any of your wicked distractions on me woman.”

  His teasing ass swat made her giggle as she finished with the last button and spread his shirt wide before tearing it down his muscular arms and tossing it aside. Goddammit but he had a magnificent chest. She put her palms flat on his well-defined pecs and sighed. Sweeping her fingers down his sides, she saw goosebumps appear on his skin. With deliberate slowness, Brynn leaned into him until the tips of her breasts in their lacy lingerie just barely made contact. Mmmmm, yes.

  It wasn’t a hardship to enjoy the shudder that moved through him. It was intoxicating to know that she had such a strong effect on him, even with such an innocent movement.

  “Okay,” he growled only this time he wasn’t laughing. “Enough of that, witch. You’ll have to wait until I’m good and ready if you think you’re going to enchant me that way.”

  She gave him a naughty pout and an exasperated grunt. “Fine. But know this Jackson Merrill, your body is like a drug. The best kind. And I’m already addicted so making me wait only means when it’s my turn, there’ll be no mercy.”

  The look of satisfied triumph on his face made her shiver. He wanted her to desire him the same way he lusted after her. Letting him know it was completely mutual only seemed fair.

  “It’s a damn shame to take off the bra, baby. You look like a queen in purple. Definitely a good color for you. But I’m hungry for those beautiful tits.” His fingers had moved to her back and were deftly unsnapping the hooks that were keeping her covered. Slipping first one lace edged strap off her shoulder and then the other, he drew the lingerie away from her breasts and stopped. Going quite still, he just stared at her heaving chest. She could feel the appreciation coming off him in waves. He took a deep shuddering breath. And then another, looking into her eyes with an expression of utter longing.

  When his two big hands covered her sensitive mounds, Brynn threw back her head and moaned. His strong fingers kneading her breasts almost caused her knees to buckle. Using his thumbs to circle the firm peaks he murmured, “Such pretty nipples. Begging to be kissed.” She clutched at his arms to keep standing.

  He walked her in reverse until the backs of her knees hit the side of the bed. She was grateful for the anchor, immediately putting her hands to her sides on the mattress for balance and pretty effectively pushing her breasts in his face. The way he was looking at her made her feel devoured.

  In the shadowy light Brynn’s gaze roamed the captivating sight they made. Jax with his impressive muscled chest and her with pale skin and his deeply tanned hands shaping and molding her breasts. What was that sound? It was her, she realized, panting with need, overcome by something she couldn’t name as she watched him make love to her flesh with his eyes and hands. It was exhilarating.

  His head lowered, and he slowly licked a distended nipple. The trail of saliva from his tongue glistened in the moonlight. He did it again. And yet again while Brynn whimpered softly, watching. Switching to the other side, Jax repeated the action slow enough to make her legs tremble and shake. She was losing her mind, and all he was doing was licking her.

  “Jax,” she groaned. His eyes found hers in the darkness.

  “I know, baby,” he murmured. “They’re just so fucking beautiful, but you want me to suck them don’t you?”

  She grabbed two handfuls of the bedclothes and moaned, nodding her head. The way he held a swollen breast in each of his big hands was incredibly erotic.

  “Just a little bit more, love,” he rumbled as his tongue returned to the slow, sensuous licking that was driving her insane.

  She couldn’t take any more. Spearing her fingers into his hair she tried to force the issue. “Please,” she begged desperately.

  He found her eyes again and the first thing she noticed was the swirling clouds of arousal that made the beautiful hazel color flash with an amber hue. A swift gasp tore from her throat. The look was exciting and downright irresistible. He kept eye contact with her and only broke away when his lips closed on one of her hard nubs and drew it into his mouth for a hard suckle. His grunt and her moan mingled in the silence.

  He went back and forth, lavishing attention on each puckered nipple until she thought she’d go mad. His mouth was voracious then soft, alternating between fierce sucking and gentle tugs.

  A vision appeared in her mind, one that both seduced and startled her. She saw a babe crowned with the same sable hair she had her fingers tangled in nestled against her skin with its hungry mouth stretched around a rosy nipple, greedily feasting on her breast. Brynn sucked in a low moan. When Jax reacted, he released her nipple with a final nip and stared into her soul. She had no idea what he saw but twin slashes of color appeared on his handsome cheeks and his gaze became veiled. Had they each been thinking the same thing? Until that very moment it had never occurred to her that a man, any man, would get caught up in yearning for babies and the fulfillment that would come from sharing that longing with another.

  She grabbed his face in her hands and brought his mouth to hers. Whatever it was that was passing between them just then, she wanted to taste it, absorb the sensation, savor and share the hopeful, love-struck optimism arcing through her.

  Their kiss was wet, slow, and deep. It was as if their lips were meant to be together, slanting this way and that. Tasting, devouring, hungry for more. Brynn was on fire for him and before too long she realized he had moved them both onto the bed where he rested against a pile of pillows along the antique headboard and her back pressed to his chest as she half reclined between his thighs with her head upon his shoulder.

  His boots were gone. So were his pants. They were each still wearing one last bit of clothing; she in her lacy purple panties and he in boxer style cotton briefs that molded to his sexy body. His manhood pressed into her backside as he held her firm against him. Once again, he’d created a visual for her to be captivated by with her legs spread out before her, bracketed by his manly thighs as one hand continued to stroke her breasts while the other feathered gentle swiping caresses across her belly.

  She put a hand on top of the one he was massaging her aching tits with while her other was digging into the flesh of a hairy thigh. She rolled her head on his shoulder to give his mouth full access to her neck, an invitation he readily accepted. The way he nibbled on her flesh, stopping occasionally to lick and sharply nip with his teeth, had her moaning softly. Brynn loved the way he consumed that small area of skin. She could feel him marking her with his mouth and encouraged him with a shuddering moan as she arched her back and let her body beg for more.

  When his fingers began toying with the elastic of her panties, her heart began thumping so loud she swore she could hear it. Her legs began shifting and moving restlessly. Why was he teasing her this way? Didn’t he know she wanted his touch between her legs? Fuck. She needed it. Now.

  She moved her hand and covered the one playing with the purple lace, pushing and prodding, trying to force him to move faster. He answered her unspoken demand by sucking her earlobe into his mouth and biting down. Hard. Brynn squealed and writhed as her control began to slip.
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  “Open your eyes baby. I want you to watch while I slide my hand inside those sexy as fuck panties. What will I find, hmmmm? Are you wet, love? Do you need my fingers stroking your clit? Delving deep inside your wet heat? Tell me what you want, Brynn. Don’t hold back.”

  Brynn groaned—loud, long, and desperately. She tried to spread her legs, open up even more for his exploration of her most private flesh, but the placement of his thighs prevented it. In an audacious move that shocked her, she moved her bottom and placed her legs on either side of his, digging her feet into the mattress. Now that she had some leverage, she began bucking her hips while her hand remained on top of his as it slid slowly into her panties.

  “Oh God, Jax,” she groaned. “Touch me. Please, baby. I need it. Need to feel your fingers.” She was whimpering and shaking like crazy as she watched what he was doing to her. Seeing her legs spread open for him was unbelievably erotic. She felt more like a woman, a sexy, desirable woman, in that position than she ever imagined possible.

  The moonlight streaming in the windows gave her creamy skin an alabaster glow. She fucking loved seeing his hair-covered forearm stretched across her stomach as his beautiful, big hand slid under the scrap of lace. It was hot and seductive to watch. When his fingers moved through the curls guarding her womanhood, they both moaned.

  Before he’d done any more than just run his fingers along the seam of her pussy, he was sucking in a hiss that sounded tortured when the evidence of her arousal became evident. There was wet and then there was wet. Brynn’s arousal was off the damn charts, and she wasn’t sure how much of this she could take.

  “Ah, Jesus,” he groaned. “Baby, baby, holy fuck. You’re drenched.” His voice was harsh and full of meaning. When he pushed a beefy finger inside her, Brynn lost her shit. With her hand still resting on top of his, she had the added sensation of feeling his hand moving when he delved deep. Her hips were rocking of their own accord now, bucking against his penetrating fingers.

  She turned her face on his shoulder so he would kiss her, which he did. Mimicking with his tongue in her mouth what his fingers were doing in her pussy. Her tongue dueled with his as her hips danced to his touch. Her body was flooded with desire.

  Suddenly Jax wrenched his lips away from hers and drew a mighty breath. Brynn lost her grip on his hand when he pulled out of her moist center and shocked her by bringing his fingers to her mouth. She never even hesitated to suck wildly on his fingers, groaning at the flavor and taste of her response to the man who so completely commanded the delicious tremors racing through her body.

  “That’s it baby,” he whispered in a throaty growl close to her ear. “Clean my fingers off so I can go back and get more. You want that don’t you? Want me to finger you deep and hard until your sweet, hot pussy explodes?”

  The sound of her desperate whimpers filled the air. When she’d sucked him clean he grabbed her chin with his hand and dove onto her mouth for a devastating kiss that shredded her soul. He grunted with approval telling her, “You taste like fucking sin with your own arousal on your tongue.”

  This time when his hand crept across her belly he whispered dirty words into her ear until Brynn thought her mind was going to explode.

  “Such a gorgeous pussy my love has. Wet, hot, luscious. I love how you spread your thighs for me baby. It’s so sexy. Look at you, aroused and desperate, moving your hips trying to draw me in. You’re fucking perfect Brynn. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

  He plunged his fingers inside her again, making her cry out and writhe uncontrollably. His thumb started tapping on her swollen and throbbing clitoris while he plunged deep and massaged the inner walls of her femininity.

  Jax put his hand on her neck. It wasn’t scary at all. He wasn’t choking her, just gripping her in a possessive way that unleashed another super-heated flood of arousal inside her. He laughed, triumphant.

  “That’s right baby. My hand on your neck and fingers in your cunt tell you that you belong to me. I protect what’s mine. You’ll never have reason to doubt that again.”

  He bit her ear and growled low and deep. She was starting to spiral out of control. An orgasm was building in her core that was so strong it was almost frightening. His words, his touch, the whole thing was taking Brynn to that place where the chills and heat intersected and ran riot along her nerve endings.

  “Nobody sees you like this but me. Nobody touches you this way. Only me, love”

  His thumb massaging her poor clit and his fingers moving inside her made Brynn gasp and moan. “Jax,” she cried.

  “Come for me baby,” he grunted. “Show me who you belong to sweet Brynn.”

  And she did. The climax he’d wrung from her body started simultaneously at her scalp and the soles of her feet moving with increasing intensity into her center until the two paths collided in a burst of unimaginable heat that made her roar and jerk wildly in his arms. With her hips bucking as the spasms of an orgasm that tore her apart throbbed in every corner of her body, she heard him grunting, heard the sound of her wet pussy gushing with nectar, and heard her cries of completion that seemed to go on and on.

  “Oh my God. You’re fucking awesome baby,” he groaned as the riotous torrent began to ease. When he eventually pulled his fingers out of her body he left his big hand inside her dampened panties as he gently cupped and rubbed her mound while bursts of lingering sensation continued to shoot off.

  Brynn’s vision cleared, and she took in their tangled bodies with her knees spread wide on either side of his muscular thighs, his arm crossing her stomach where his hand rested under the purple lace she’d specifically taken from Rhiann’s stash of sexy lingerie. It was perfection, and she knew it was only the beginning.

  THERE WAS NO GODDAMN WAY Jax had ever seen anything quite so visually stimulating or awe-inspiring as his elegant Brynn, in her sexy sprawl on his aroused body, as she lay momentarily satisfied while his hands kept a possessive hold on her neck and her pussy. She’d come so beautifully, it almost made him want to weep. When she’d widened her thighs by placing them on either side of his legs and began writhing in desperation for what he could give her, he’d known such complete joy and satisfaction that he’d surrendered to those unfamiliar feelings and let the wild passion he felt for this woman take him under.

  She was, in a word, perfection. When she’d sucked on his fingers and cleaned the evidence of her creamy arousal from his skin, he nearly lost his mind. Her mouth had been greedy and thorough making him long to feel those sweet fucking lips of hers stretched around his cock. This time was about her though, and he’d reeled in the demanding needs of his body replacing them with a ferocious desire to make her his. To own her body. To captivate her mind. To access her heart and soul.

  While he was worshipping her magnificent tits he had the oddest sensation that shook him to his core. As he suckled greedily on her flesh, he’d imagined his baby, one that he’d plant inside her so everyone would know as her belly grew that she belonged totally to him, snuffling against her heavy breasts as her body nourished his son or daughter. The realism of that sensation rocked his soul, and he knew without hesitation that he wanted that with her more than anything else in this world.

  With that energy growing in his mind, he determined that making love to Brynn was the only way to make such a dream a reality. He wanted her. Totally. Wanted all of her too. Everything. The complications. The mood swings. The reluctance. If he could win her heart, not just command her body, all things were possible. When had he ever felt that way before? Never.

  Jax slid from behind and laid her back upon the pillows as he moved to her feet and just stared at her. Beautifully disheveled with a deep rosy flush on her cheeks and across her chest, she looked like a woman who’d just had a thundering orgasm. And the best part of all? She still had those sexy lace panties on. He couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his face. And dammit if he couldn’t stop his dick from throbbing like a motherfucker at the glorious sight she made.

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bsp; Easy fella, he thought. Did all guys talk to their cocks that way? Probably. Couldn’t be helped. Sometimes his manhood took control and nothing he did could slow down its demand for satisfaction. It was totally a guy thing. Commonsense and a planned seduction was one thing, but a cock wanting to bury in a hot, wet body had an agenda of its own.

  He was aware that she was watching him from behind lowered lashes. Her pretty blue eyes were momentarily hidden from him but that was all right. He was nowhere near being finished with her. Before he was, she’d be locked to his gaze when she came while he was deep inside her, he’d make sure of it.

  Sitting back on his haunches, Jax put his hand on the bulge at the front of his briefs and noted with satisfaction that while her eyes remained veiled, he saw a telltale gasp that let him know she was far from finished. He liked very much that she didn’t shy away from this part of what went on between a man and a woman. She might need a shit ton of encouragement to touch herself while he watched but that didn’t mean she wasn’t entirely focused on the way he rubbed his dick through the soft cotton. Reaching low, he grabbed his balls and gently squeezed which made his erection twitch in response. Her cheeks flushed and this time she couldn’t hide her reaction as those baby blues widened at what he was doing.

  Now that he had her full attention, Jax reached for the purple lace and started drawing the panties down her legs. She helped him by raising her hips but kept her legs pressed together. He wanted to see the wetness he knew would be evident in her soft blond curls and on the insides of her thighs but found her shyness just as seductive and arousing. Yeah, perfection.

  When he’d drawn the sexy as fuck panties all the way down and held them in his hand, he made a deliberate ploy for her eyes by bringing the scrap of damp purple to his face where he buried his nose in them and breathed deeply. All the while never taking his eyes off her face. He thoroughly enjoyed and savored the hushed whimper that came out of her parted lips.