Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

“Just wait, baby. Just wait. I’m just getting warmed up.” He licked her sides tenderly, inciting little gasps just shy of giggles. “You will be dripping with desire like you’ve never been before. That’s a promise.”

He felt her fingers stroking his hair. “You sound really confident about that.”

“You’ll see. I’m going to see those gorgeous lips of yours begging me to take and fill every part of you, sweetheart.”

“I’m not the begging kind.”

“By the time I’m done tasting the rest of your amazing body, I promise you will be.” He inhaled the sweet scent coming from her pussy. Control was important here if he was to deliver on his promise. Her juices would have to wait. She needed more revving up. Much more. Insanely more. Her breasts required his attention. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, gently massaging her breasts until her breathing changed to little gasps. Taking both delectable, taut tips between his thumbs and forefingers, he squeezed. Mackenzie gave a long moan and tilted her head back, delighting him to his core. He pinched harder. She grabbed his forearms and gasped, blasting his willpower to bits. He had to taste her pussy now. No more waiting. His reason scattered, overtaken by need. In the back of his head, he knew he must stay focused, but something about her made that impossible.

She wiggled under him, her skin flushing with warmth, causing his own heat to rise up even more. “So good,” she whispered with her eyes closed.

He looked at her face and saw the lines of worry gone from her expression. When she opened her eyes and gazed at him with those gorgeous blue orbs, his insides exploded with instinctual desire beyond any he’d ever felt before. The hunger to move his mouth over hers, slip past her lips for another sampling, seared him, leaving him weak-headed as all his remaining blood rushed to his cock.

He moved to kiss her, touching her soft lips with his forefinger first. Then he pressed his mouth to hers, tasting her wonderfully warm sweetness. He pressed harder into the kiss. Insistent want engulfed him. Control was gone. All of it. He was acting on instinct and need. Desire filled every inch of him for their coming orgasms. The world outside had no meaning for him now. All he craved was to see her writhing with pleasure, pleasure he’d given her. He puzzled over the new ache she’d brought forth, more compelling than any before—a need to possess, not for a single night, but for longer. Much longer. He couldn’t bring himself to think the word “forever,” but what was rolling around in his head didn’t feel like letting go was possible. Not when it came to Mackenzie.

Still fully clothed, including boots, he gently rolled Mackenzie to her left side. Her silent submission drove his need to dominate her to the very edge of sanity. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not now. Hell, maybe not ever. She needed something softer, but still firm. A well-trained Dom knew when to push and when to caress, and he was very well trained.

Pushing his hunger down, he found the mounds that had been tempting him since her arrival in Wilde. Her firm, reddish nipples jutted out to him, tempting him to touch, to taste, to devour, to deliver just the right amount of sting between his teeth. He took one at a time between his thumb and forefinge

r and pinched.

Her lips quivered, and her eyelashes fluttered.

He paused and took measure of his willpower. Could he control his hunger enough?

“Everything okay?” she whispered softly.

He was the Dom. He should be the one asking the questions. “Do you like how I’m touching you, sweetheart?”

She nodded and grinned ever so slightly.

Willpower be damned. Her invisible white flag of surrender boiled his lust.

Rolling her nipples between his fingers with a bit more pressure rewarded him with a little moan from her lush lips. Leaning in, he nipped her rigid tips back and forth, sucking hard. Her shivering frame gave him more fuel. He wanted her overwhelmed, inundated, and swamped with pleasure.

Moving her to the side of his bed, he sat her up and dropped to his knees. In one quick swoop, he removed her jeans, leaving her with only her soaked pale green panties clinging to her swollen sex. He moved in close to her pussy until he could feel the moisture, her moisture, on the tip of his nose. He inhaled her scent into his lungs, holding it there, relishing in the sweetness she gave.

Another moan from her caused his balls to grow even heavier and his cock to pulse. Moving his head side to side, he licked her inner thighs. Her gasp delighted him. He pulled her panties off and moved her legs wider.

“So beautiful,” he said, amazed at the perfection of her pussy. The little drops of her liquid looked like diamonds on her pubes. She’d trimmed them into a sliver of a landing strip, ready for his tongue to touch down. Her swollen clit tempted him to lick, but he knew to get her to the heights of frenzy, he needed her to feel an onslaught of pleasure that would have to wait. Using only his fingers, he parted her pinkish lips and then sent a hot blast of his breath over all of her sex. Her tremble revealed how right he was about what worked for her. He couldn’t wait another second to turn up the heat. He kissed her pussy, and felt her push up into his mouth. His instinct, his hunger, his very being swirled with desire. Instead of him trapping Mackenzie, everything about her was ensnaring him. It wasn’t just her sensual femininity, or just her beauty, or just her surrender that held him fast. It was all of her. Everything. Her courage. Her wit.

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?”