Wilde Fire (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 2)
“Fuck yes. I can see your hot body in my head. What color are they?”
“White.”
“Are they lacy like your pink ones?”
“Yes.” Something stirred in her core.
“Excellent, sweetheart. When I come back, I want you wearing nothing at all. Understand?”
“Yes.” Her body warmed up. “I’m not sure I can get off this way, Jackson. I’ve tried it a couple of times, and it’s never worked for me.”
“You’ve never tried it with me, sweetheart. I think you’ll enjoy this.”
“I’ll try.” Getting into the spirit of things, she asked, “What about you, cowboy? What do you have on?”
“That’s my girl. Love it. I’m on my bed and stretched out stroking my cock, thinking about what I want to do to you the moment I see you again. I’ve been hard for you the whole time I’ve been away. I just have to taste that pretty pussy.”
“Mmm.” His explicit language had her trembling with desire.
“I want to take care of you, darlin’, and get you addicted to the pleasure I can give you. The instant I get to your hotel room, I’m going to rip off your clothes and run my hands over every part of your body.”
She recalled how amazing his touch was, and she felt dampness from her pussy. The wickedness of listening to him talk dirty on the phone was working to get her insides clenching for more.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The first thing I’m going to do is to kiss you until you think you’re going to pass out.”
Jessie chewed on her lower lip, imagining his mouth pressing there. “Uh-huh.”
“Then I’m going to suck on your neck, feeling your pulse quicken.”
Even on the phone, Jackson’s virility worked to get her hot and bothered.
“Oh, sweetheart. Your skin tastes amazing.”
Closing her eyes, she put her free hand up to her neck where he promised to kiss her.
“I’m going to spend some time on your flawless breasts. Fuck, I love them.”
Jessie moved her hand down to her chest, remembering how his callous hands felt on her skin.
“I will suck on those pretty little nipples until you think you’ll go mad.”
She touched her bits of flesh with her fingers, pretending they were his lips.
“You still with me, darlin’?”
“Y-yes.” Then she moaned as she tweaked her nipple.
“Sweetheart, I’m on fire for you. Fuck.”
Her breaths came faster and faster as she played with her chest. “W-what next, J-Jackson? Don’t stop talking. Please.”
“I’m going to lick every inch of your body until you beg me to take you. But I will hold back until I’m certain you’re insane with cravings. You’ll cry out for me to take you, and still, I won’t enter your tight, pretty cunt.”
“T-take me. Please.” She moved her hands over her belly and thighs.
“Not yet. Not until you’re clawing my back, thinking you can’t take another second of my wicked teasing.”
“G-God!” She leaned back into her pillow, writhing on the bed.