Free Wild: Whispering Cove, Book 1 by MacKenzie McKade Page A

it now.”
    Her hand closed around him and he made a strangled noise somewhere between pleasure and pain. With slow strokes she moved her hand up and down the length of him. Pearly white come squeezed from the small slit. It had been so long since she had tasted him. Her mouth watered and she found herself on her knees staring up at him. The heat simmering in his eyes was an aphrodisiac, sending her libido to another level.
    “Andie,” he whispered at the same time his fingers pushed through her hair, nudging her head forward so she was close enough to kiss the bulbous head.
    He smelled musky and male, something she had missed. Her stomach clenched and she quivered in anticipation.
    “You want my dick in your sweet little mouth, baby?”
    Her response was as a breathy whimper, followed by a silent, holy shit! Brody had never spoken dirty to her. In fact, no one had. By the biting sting in her breasts and the sudden flood between her thighs, one could say she liked it. Liked it a lot.
    Andrea licked suddenly dry lips, her tongue sliding over that small slit to taste his salty essence. With one hand wrapped around the base of him, she lapped and nibbled along the crown. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them around in their sac.
    Brody hissed, staring down at her with ravishing eyes. “Don’t tease, Andie. I’ve waited too long for this. Suck me.”
    Parting her lips, she took him into her mouth. His grip on her hair tightened. His hips thrust forward driving him deeper. She gasped, choking. Easing back on her haunches, she took a much-needed breath before making a long, lazy path up the outer side of his length. When she met the mushroom-shaped head, she curled her tongue around it.
    “Damn, baby,” he groaned, rocking into her.
    Andrea closed her eyes, concentrating on the movement of her tongue, the soft scrape of her teeth, light but with enough pressure to excite him. She hummed around his flesh, loving the wet, moist sounds they made. When she heard him hiss again, she sucked him with long, hard pulls.
    His knees buckled. He moaned and with a pop he pulled back from her. A smile of male satisfaction beamed across his face. “Baby, I’ve missed you.”
    Brody helped her to rise. The taste of him was still on her lips when he covered her mouth with his. While their tongues dueled, strong hands slipped beneath her T-shirt. His touch was magical, melting her body so that she leaned into him. At that moment she’d give him anything he wanted. When he brushed the underside of her breasts, goose bumps raced across her skin.
    “Too many clothes.” His hands slid up farther, dragging her shirt over her head.
    She wore no bra and her nipples drew taut against the cool air.
    “I love your breasts.” Leaning into her, he took a peak into his hot mouth and suckled.
    Liquid heat filled her globes to near bursting. As he tantalized one nipple with his kiss, a thumb and index pinched the other, sending electrical pulses through them, shooting south to dampen her panties.
    Andrea cried out at the exquisite sensation, squirming to assuage the need building between her thighs. “Brody,” she breathed his name. “I need you inside me.”
    His eyes gleamed up at her, heavy-lidded, dark with lust. He released the hold he had on her and smoothed his palms down her ribcage toward the small of her back. When his hands disappeared beneath her waistband and cupped her ass another wave of desire tightened her belly.
    Her pussy contracted, making her breath catch, and a whimper pushed from her parted lips. “Now, Brody.”
    Her sweats fell around her ankles and she stepped out of them. Naked and ready.
    “Kneel on the couch with your back to me,” he instructed.
    Anxiety whispered through her, but she did as he asked. Andrea was so lightheaded that she had to grasp the back of the couch to steady herself. “Brody?” She swallowed hard, glancing over her shoulder.
    He watched her through bedroom eyes. His chest rose and