Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

He leaned down and sucked hard on her left nipple through the fabrics of both her bra and shirt, making her gasp. “Fuck this. I want you naked. Now.”

Normally, he would make a sub strip for him, but this wasn’t normal and Mackenzie wasn’t a trained sub, not yet anyway. As fast as he could, he ridded her of her shirt, jeans, and every other article of clothing he found save her bra and panties, which matched in a pale blue tone. He placed his hands on her shoulders to keep ahold on her but leaned back to get a better look at this incredible woman. Full breasts, hourglass frame, silky legs, even cute little toes painted the exact shade as her undergarments. Was that something she did always? He hoped so and filed that away in his memory for the future.

He slid his hand down her naked abdomen. “Like that, honey?”

“I do, but—”

“Not ‘buts.’” He kissed her again, and the shiver she rewarded him with went straight to his cock.

He wanted her completely lost, drowning in desire. The key was more kisses and more caresses. Making this first time with her last and last would be his pleasure, more than his pleasure, his whole world, here and now.

Ever so slowly, he slipped the straps of her bra off her soft shoulders. He kissed her neck, sweeping his tongue along her skin, inhaling her scent of jasmine and honey. Unfastening her bra, he removed it in a most unhurried fashion, revealing more of her breasts bit by delicious bit.

“Time for a snack on your taut berries, darling.” He suckled on her tips, one after another, until he felt her fingernails clawing on his shoulders. More and she would come, but he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. “Where you’re from, most people call you ‘Kristen,’ right?”

“Back home, yes.”

“Everyone here calls you ‘Mac,’ besides us.”

“True.”

“What do you want me to call you?” His question surprised him. Doms didn’t ask such a thing, but something about her unhinged him enough to keep him off-balance.

“I actually kind of like that both you and Wade call me ‘Mackenzie.’ I’m not sure why, but I do.”

“That settles it. You will forever be my Mackenzie.”

“Forever?”

“Absolutely.” He feathered his lips over her skin, following the tracks of his fingertips. He watched as gooseflesh popped up everywhere on her. Continuing his mouth’s trek, he moved down her torso to her abdomen, licking her sweet navel until she was trembling wildly. He could smell her want, and that drove him mad with desire.

“Spread your legs wide for me.”

She gasped. “This is crazy.” Like a good little sub, she still complied, giving him such satisfaction. In time, with a little training, she would settle into submission in the bedroom, and maybe even onstage at the club, perfectly. Still, he wasn’t sure she would be submissive all the time. She had a will of her own, and he wouldn’t change that one bit. If he and Wade could be her sex masters, that would give him all he would ever need.

He moved his hands to her panties, rubbing her mound through the silk. Without a word, Mackenzie closed her eyes and parted her legs even more.

“You getting wet for me?”

Her eyes widened. She bit her lip and nodded. Clearly her worries were being pushed to the back of her troubled mind as he swamped her with his touches.

“Good.” His need to sample her sweet pussy’s juices thundered inside him, but he kept it at bay.

He pulled her tiny little body into him.

Another kiss, then he swept his tongue along her slender neck, inhaling her scent of jasmine and honey. He kissed his way down to her soft breasts, circling both of her raspberry nipples. Farther down he went to her taut stomach, lingering at her navel. He moved his fingers to the elastic band of her panties.

She trembled at his assault.

“Time to see what prize is behind this pale blue.” He pulled her underwear off, and gazed at her perfect, little pussy, puffy and moist. Her clit was swollen, and he fell to his knees to worship the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Down and down to her swollen clit. He tongued it lightly.

“G–God!”

He captured her bud of nerves between his lips, applying a slow, steady pressure while he moved a finger into her tight slit, rubbing a spot high and inside her front wall. He’d only had one-on-one sex with a woman, sans his brother, a few times in his life. Those had always felt awkward and forced. Not now. Not with Mackenzie.

Her body flushed with heat, matching his growing lust.

He used two fingers on her sensitive spot, rubbing, stroking, driving up her pleasure. As she tightened around his hand and clawed his shoulders, he knew he’d succeeded. Her worries were gone, at least for the moment. Pleasure was consuming all of her.