Wilde Surrender (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5)

“Green.” She’d been to his tree before, but never with him. This seemed so much like an initiation, and it felt so right.

“Ready?”

Crack! Her right ass cheek now burned in harmony with her left. Tears welled up in her eyes, and dizziness rushed in.

Crack! The top of her ass chimed in. Crack! The bottom of her right cheek trumpeted. Though unable to move but a fraction of an inch, Jessie’s insides were shaking fiercely. Austin’s whip never landed on her in the same spot. He never hit her thighs or back, but concentrated on her ass. This was so much more than a paddling, and liquid oozed from her pussy down her inner thighs. She’d never been so wet in all her life.

“Last one, Jessie.”

She’d lost count after number three, drifting into a woozy sphere between complete consciousness and unconsciousness. The final sting from his whip burned hotter than all the rest, causing her clit to burn and throb.

In a flash, he had her restraints removed, and he carried her back to the table, placing her on her stomach. She felt him apply cooling cream to her stinging ass.

“You did great, Jessie. So great.”

He called me by name. She smiled. “Thank you, Master.”

“Roll over for me.”

She obeyed. Her back now nestled against the table’s cushion.

Austin cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Need flooded into her, and she sent her hands up to his shoulders. As he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she clawed at his back. Uncontrollable shivers rocked inside her. She wanted more. He knew her buttons and pushed them over and over. This cowboy had awakened an unquenchable thirst. She knew it would never go away. Sure, it could be subdued for a time, but not forever. She would have to come to the fountain again and again.

She’d come to Wilde a virgin. Now, she was a full-blown woman who had enjoyed more kinds of sexual experiences than the majority of women in the entire world ever had. And, she had fallen in love with five amazing men. For some that might be a nightmare, but for her, it was a dream.

As Austin latched on to her breasts with his hands, her taut nipples jutted out. His massaging turned to tweaks on her tiny bits of flesh, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

Austin brought his mouth down on her right nipple, and then sucked her hard until she was moaning. Then he moved to her other breast, and did the same.

“Color?”

“Green, Master. That feels so good.”

His hand slid down her abdomen to her belly button until finally arriving at her pussy. She bit her lip when his thumb pressed on her burning clit.

With his other hand, he spread her legs apart. Then he kissed her swollen folds. “Sweet cream.”

Sparks flew through her as he brushed her pussy with his tongue. Mini quakes erupted deep inside her channel, and heat washed over her. When he captured her clit with his teeth, she screamed.

“Yes!”

His finger shot into her, rubbing that special place in her pussy that sent her to the moon, causing her back to arch off the table. Instinct took her over. As she clawed the back of his head, she lifted her hips, pressing her pussy into his face.

Hearing him lap of her juices and feeling his mouth on her pussy saturated her entire being with a delirious, raw craze. Her nerves fired in rapid succession, melting her inside and out.

With his digit still probing her insides, he growled, “Come for your Master, pet.”

“Y–Yes!” She tightened her pussy’s walls around his meaty finger, and writhed against his mouth. Her womb spasmed violently as her orgasm blazed red hot. Pleasure-filled eruptions rocked through her body, and her clit pulsated. Then she screamed as her climax reached its pinnacle.

Austin rubbed her legs. “Good girl.”

Jessie didn’t have enough breath to do more than murmur, so she smiled instead.

Without hesitation, he flipped her back on her stomach. He stretched and lubed her ass with his fingers until her thirst returned.

“God, you’re really something else, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”