Her Three Wilde Champion Men (Wilde, Nevada 2)

“Justin. Justin.” Moaning his name over and over as he continued to bathe her pussy was as necessary as breathing at the moment. “God, yes.”

More muttering from him, incomprehensible as words, but the message was clear, falling from his lips to her flesh. Every one of Justin’s grumbles told her he saw her as beautiful, making her feel more desired, more coveted, more treasured than she ever had in her entire life.

The edge of release was near. Thank God.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered.

More muttering, but two words were detectable, over and over through the haze of manly murmurs. “My baby.”

She screamed as the pressure finally broke through, flooding her with a pleasure so intense, so white-hot, so all-consuming that taking it all in seemed next to impossible. But the sensations kept coming, swamping her insides, firing her nerve endings, pulsing through her veins, and settling deep in her womb, which was in a complete state of spasms, clenching and unclenching and clenching again.

Justin didn’t let up, continuing to flick his tongue on her clit, lengthening the orgasmic ride. Wonderfully dizzy, she pounded her fists on the sheets.

Lost in her humid haze, she felt him move up her body, once again kissing her abdomen, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips. Tasting herself on his tongue, she relished the intimacy they shared. Feeling his colossal cock pressing on her mound made her gasp.

“Baby, I want more. Do you?” he asked through shaky, hot breaths. It was evident to her, though it would crush him, he would back down should she say no.

Even as massive as he was, much larger than her vibrator in her nightstand drawer, her need to have him take her completely was too great.

“Oh yes, cowboy. More. Please.”

His devastating smile reached deep into her. He grabbed the little square foil package he’d placed by her head. She listened to him tear it open and knew she would never be able to refuse him anything.

“Let me, Justin,” she said, holding her hand out, palm up.

“I’d love that, baby.” He handed her the condom.

She took it and thrust both her hands between them. She wrapped her free hand’s fingers around his monstrous dick, its girth so large she couldn’t bring fingertips to thumb. His eyes widened and he held his breath. With her other hand she rolled the condom down his cock. She was still vibrating from her orgasm, though the shivers were backing down ever so slightly, but her need to be filled remained high, pressing for relief.

Yes, she’d been to The Masters’ Chambers regularly as a sub. But honestly, her time there was about demonstrations for new members. No intercourse. She was uncollared for a reason. There were many unattached Doms at the club, but none that piqued her interest. So before Alex the other night, no intercourse had happened for her in a very long time. The only release she found had been from her vibrator. But now, she was surrendering her heart again, this time to his brother, a cowboy who had no clue about the life. Sure, Justin had Dom tendencies, but he was not one. Still, she wasn’t about to stop. He was what she needed. From now on, he would be her addiction. She’d never ached for a man more in her whole life.

She felt him shift on top of her until the head of his cock was probing her swollen folds, multiplying her ache to be filled even more. “Please, Justin. Please.”

Her begging clearly had the impact she wanted from him as his dark eyes widened, his mouth turned into a lusty grin, and his giant cock inched into her pussy.

She’d never experienced such fullness. And still more of his cock moved into her channel. Each claiming thrust forward amplified her burn and ache. Then one last plunge, and she had all of him inside her. Her breath caught in the back of her throat from the stretching.

“I’m inside you, baby.” His eyes warmed and he asked tenderly, “How are you feeling?”

“So good, Justin. So good,” she panted. It felt amazing to her to have him inside her, in her pussy.

“God, you’re so tight. Beautiful.” His words were deep and full of hunger. He edged his cock back slightly, leaving her depths clenching on the emptiness. A shove back down into her pussy delivered fierce friction that sparked a sea of need. Every thrust was ratcheting up the pressure once again. Though she’d already come against his greedy lips, she could feel the edge of the next release, which was certainly going to be explosive beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

She writhed under him, enjoying the feel of him over her, inside her, surrounding her.

“I found you, baby,” he groaned into her mouth, and then sent his tongue past her lips.

Her toes curled as a coil of electricity shot through her, creating lines of heat from all her throbbing, swollen parts—clit, nipples, lips—which settled and vibrated inside her womb.

Every thrust of his cock inside her hit all her spots, the sensitive triggers that were driving her mad. “Oh God. Yes. More. Please, Justin. More.”

He closed his eyes and impaled her pussy with his cock harder and faster, stimulating her G-spot. “Come for me, baby. I’m here. Feel me.” He moved a hand between them.

Suddenly she felt fingertips on her clit, and the pulsing inside her pussy tightened hard on his cock. Everything exploded inside her as blissful release finally came. Thrilling, hot sensations swept through her as Justin continued thrusting his cock into her. In and out. Over and over. Again and again. She’d never felt more connected to anyone in her entire life than she did now under him.

He found me.

Chapter Ten