Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

“Yes, Sir.” Her body was abuzz, alive, and burning. She stepped forward and lightly touched his chest. It was rock solid. His nipples were hard, and she leaned her head in and licked them.

“Feels good,” he confessed. “Real good.”

“More, sub. Make him crazy. Make him want you more than air. You can do it.” By the sounds behind her, she knew Wyatt was undressing.

Suckling on his nipples, she moved her fingertips down to his abdomen, a shredded masterpiece, to the head of his cock. With her index finger, she found the slit which was slick with pre-cum.

Wade stroked her hair, and she could hear his breathing deepen. “My brother likes to watch you.”

She looked behind her and saw Wyatt, completely naked, stroking his cock.

“That I do. I will never tire of it.” His stare reminded her of a hungry predator. “Get on your knees, now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Wait,” Wade said. He placed a towel on the tiled floor for her. “Now, you can do as he commanded, sub.”

She nodded and dropped to the floor. She cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped her other one around his shaft.

“That’s it. That’s our girl,” Wyatt said, sounding like an animal ready to pounce and capture.

Wade pressed his hands on the back of her head and urged her forward with the slightest pressure. She swept her tongue up his cock’s full length unhurriedly, landing on the tip and tasting the salty slickness that coated it.

The growl Wade made thrilled her.

“What a sweet mouth you have,” Wade said.

His compliment pleased her.

“Swallow his cock, sub. Do it now,” Wyatt instructed.

She nodded, keeping her tongue darting over Wade’s bulbous cockhead. Opening her mouth wide, she took it in.

“Relax your throat. Take your time,?

?? Wade said.

Her lips tightened, and she gulped down every inch of his dick until soft pubes, his pubes, tickled her nose.

“Fucking incredible,” Wyatt whispered in a tone of awe.

Wade tugged on her hair, causing her to bob upon the length of his stiffness. More of his pre-cum coated her throat, encouraging her to suck harder.

“I’m close,” Wade admitted, continuing to pull on her locks.

“Drink all of him, sub,” Wyatt instructed. “Don’t waste a drop.”

She wanted that more than anything. Wade had given her so much, and now it was her turn to give back to him, to feed on his very essence. She squeezed his balls gently, and Wade moaned.

“He’s right there. Don’t stop, love. Make him shoot.” Wyatt rubbed his hand down her spine.

Wade’s hands tightened on the back of her head. He grunted, and his entire body stiffened as he rewarded her with a liquid release.

She let go of his balls and shaft and grabbed his muscled ass, trying to hold on to every drop. She could feel the pulse of his release in her throat, and she drank down all of it.

Wade let out a long manly sigh and released her hair. “What color state are you in, Mackenzie?”

“Green. I’m good, Sir.”