Her Three Wilde Champion Men (Wilde, Nevada 2)

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, moving his hands up and down her body freely. Tonight, he was in the driver’s seat, just where she wanted him. She was his passenger, enjoying the ride.

She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his fingertips on her skin. Every graze of his fingers on her nipples increased the quakes inside her. How was she already wet with only a kiss and her bra off? Second base vanilla-style had never made her this hot this fast before. Why now?

Because now, Justin wasn’t acting like a man only in lust, he was acting like a man falling in love.

“I’ve got to sample these,” Justin said, tenderly squeezing her mounds.

She opened her eyes and saw his head dip down on her breasts. When she felt his wicked mouth suckling on them, her breaths started to come faster and without depth. Even if earlier she’d had a chance to get out of this, to follow a more logical line, to escape Justin—she didn’t now. Not a chance. She was here. He was here. She was grabbing on with both hands. Maybe it was selfish or pathetic of her to do it, but she was way past heeding the saner part of her mind.

Justin was at the center of her world right now, making her shiver as he teethed her throbbing nipples. Dom or not, Justin was in control. She grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to steady herself to the growing pressure, but she was far from steady. Everything inside her was vibrating and sizzling, making it even harder to breathe.

After another nip of her tiny bits of flesh, he broke away from her breasts, heading down her frame, sprinkling hot kisses down her abdomen. Zinging sensations flew through her from her throbbing nipples to her now equally throbbing clit. She could feel her pussy getting wetter with every peck from his molten mouth. Her panties had to be soaked, and still the overwhelming pressure continued to mount inside her. The ache to be filled, to be taken, to be possessed was crushing.

Justin unfastened her jeans and pulled them down her legs and off of her in a single swoop. Suddenly, he stood and lifted her up into his arms, taking her breath away. “Let’s move this off the sofa and to the bed, baby.”

With only her panties left on her, she nodded, uncaring of the location—only that she needed to feel him now. “You’re still clothed.”

“Yes, I am, baby.” He gave her a wicked wink, and then walked her into her bedroom. He lowered her down onto the mattress. “Puts me at an advantage with you right now, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” God, he had such Dom qualities. What would he be like if he ever dipped his toe in the life? That thought sent another wave of hot ripples through her body that settled down in her pussy, causing her clit to ache even more.

“I’ve got to see your pussy, baby.” He didn’t hesitate but shoved her panties down her thighs. “My God, that’s the most beautiful piece of female flesh I’ve ever seen in my life. You always keep it bare?”

Like any good uncollared submissive, she shaved her pussy clean. “Yes. Do you like it?” she asked meekly.

“Like?” He shook his head, keeping his gaze fixed between her legs. “No. I love it, Shelby.” He leaned down over her and brushed his fingertips over her slick folds and landed lightly on her clit with his thumb, making her dizzy and wanton.

Justin straightened up and stripped off his shirt. Seeing his naked, muscled chest and the big scar that stretched over his left pec, she gasped.

“Not pretty, is it?” He pointed to the scar.

She leaned up and traced it. Then she looked into his dark eyes. “You’re beautiful, Justin.”

“You think so, sweetheart? Good.” He pulled a condom package out of his pocket and placed it on the pillow next to her head. He meant to fuck her, and she was ready to surrender to him.

Justin shucked off the rest of his clothes. The last to leave his hot body was his jeans. No underwear. Justin going commando didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her was the size of his cock. Oh my God! A meaty ten inches that was more than a little overwhelming.

He crawled back on the bed, positioning his hot

mouth inches from her pussy. She could feel the heat of his breath on her folds and aching clitoris. He kissed her pussy tenderly, his lips to her swollen flesh adding to the increasing squeeze deep inside her body.

When she felt his fingers travel through her wetness and his tongue circle her clit, she spread her thighs apart as her need swamped her utterly.

Her entire body arched as a hot flush of arousal ripped through her. She tugged on his hair. “Justin!”

“God, sweet cream…” His words vibrated from his lips to her pussy. “Shelby, you’re gorgeous. I love that you’re bare here.”

Every syllable he spoke was driving her mad. Every lick, caress, brush—insane. “Please. More.”

“Yes, baby. Much more.”

Again, he drank from her pussy, burying his mouth between her legs, threading his fingers through her folds, pressing her clit with his wicked thumb. He sent a couple of his thick digits into her pussy, sinking them to the spot.

“Oh God!” Her pants were coming faster and faster as he got her closer and closer. If relief from the pressure didn’t come soon, her suffering might turn her into a raving, lusty lunatic.

Replacing his thumb with his tongue on her clit caused her body to seize. With his free hand, he shoved her right thigh over his shoulder. He lifted her left leg up and over until it dangled down his back like a mirror of the other. In this position, she felt deliciously vulnerable, exposed, accessible for him to devour.

The sensations brought on by the friction of his mouth and hands made it impossible for her to remain still. Writhing and whimpering under him, she tilted her hips, trying to press into him more.