Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)

He crawls back up, tearing his T-shirt off, and I lick my lips, staring at his strong chest, and those dazzling tattoos, the hoops in his tiny brown nipples, the taut abs that ripple as he moves. I reach for his pants and he lets me unzip them and tug them down.

That’s when I discover he’s going commando again. His cock rises, rock-hard and flushed, against that flat stomach. I wrap my hand around it, and he groans between his teeth.

“Dammit. If you move your hand one inch, I’m gonna lose it.” He draws away, and I reluctantly let him go. I wonder what he’s up to when he grabs my legs under the knees.

He places them over his shoulders and buries his face between my legs.

“Oh God.” Through the maddening explosion of pleasure that ricochets inside me, I think fuzzily that he’s getting really good at this. Crap, really, really good, especially when he uses his tongue like that… “JJ!”

He does something with his lips that has me arching off the bed, but right as the pressure inside me is about to snap, he draws back, leaving me aching and panting.

“I want you,” he whispers, “to come all over my cock. To feel you come as I touch your breasts. I’ve never done it that way. I wanna do it with you.”

Moaning, I let him roll me onto my stomach. I’ve never done it this way, either, and his words light up a fire in my belly. I love his hands on me, and the thought of him touching me while he fills me up is pushing me so close to the edge I’m afraid I’ll come before he even enters me.

“Trust me,” he whispers, and I do, with all my being. I trust him like I’ve never trusted anyone before in my life.

He lifts my hips until I’m on my knees, and he unclasps my bra, removing it, letting my breasts sway. I bite my lip to keep quiet at the stabs of pleasure that causes, and then again when he runs his fingers down my seam, parting me and stroking me.

Holy crap, I’m so close I can’t hold back a gasp.

He bends over me, his cock pressing into me—like a remembered dream his lips kiss my back and move up to my neck as he slides into me, taking my breath away.

We fit together like two pieces in a puzzle, my curves lining up with his hard planes and angles. I turn my head and he kisses my mouth, searing my lips with fire.

Then his hand finds my breasts and fondles them, teases the tips as he starts to move with slow, steady, deep thrusts. Christ, it feels so much more intense this way, his cock feels so much larger and harder, and…

His hips rock faster. His hand tugs on my nipple, twisting it slightly, and I cry out, my passage contracting so hard I see stars. Pleasure bursts into me, spike-sharp and huge, so huge I can’t do anything but take it, trapped underneath him, my breast in his hand, my core full of him.

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bsp; Never experienced anything like this slow, unrelenting pleasure that goes on and on, stripping me of every defense, every thought, everything but him, the swell of his cock, the movement of his hand, the fire of his mouth.

The pleasure rolls over me, into me, again and again, and I’m moaning, no longer able to keep silent, losing all control.

I feel it when he follows. His thrusts lose rhythm, his hand falls from my breast to the bed and he grunts, rocking hard into me. He grows so big I gasp, and then he shouts my name as he comes, heat flooding me, overflowing, as he shudders and holds still.

With a groan, he grabs me around the waist and rolls us on our sides, my back pressed to his chest. Burying his face in my neck, he murmurs something I don’t catch.

I’m a bit distracted. He’s still inside me, half-hard and causing all sorts of pleasurable spasms in my core. His hand seeks my breast again and, impossibly, another, sweeter orgasm sweeps through me, leaving me in a puddle of pleasure on the bed.

He murmurs something again, and this time I turn my head, trying to see his face. “JJ?”

“I’ve got you, Embers.” He kisses my temple and his arms tighten around me. “I hope you never get tired of me, because I want you forever.”

THE END

Sample of Caveman

Wild Men Series 1 (standalone novel)

Matthew Hansen is the kind of handsome that has grown women whispering behind their hands and giggling like schoolgirls.

Dark, tall and mysterious, he’s a newcomer to our little town. He’s a gritty, grease-covered mechanic, and a single daddy.

Sweet, right?

Plus, he’s looking for a nanny – and I am desperately looking for a job.