Free Barefoot Bride for Three by Reece Butler Page B

jerked under her grasp, but she held tight. She rolled his taste over her tongue. Salty and earthy. A drop had gathered again. She wiped it off with one finger and, watching his eyes, brought it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and slid her finger inside, slowly pumping as he had done to her a few hours ago.
    “You’re asking for it, woman.”
    His growled threat, rather than frightening her, made her bold. She turned her back, straddling him, and leaned over. She held him tight in one hand and pressed him into her mouth. He slowly pumped, her mouth making wet, sloppy sounds as he moved in and out.
    She got more comfortable, leaning farther over to take him deeper. When she stopped for a breath, he pressed his fingers into her. She jerked in surprise and delight.
    “Follow my lead,” he said.
    She did, sucking him deep when he plunged his fingers into her, flicking her tongue when he did the same to her. She widened her knees and slid back so he would have better access. Wantonly spreading her most intimate parts to him, she demanded satisfaction.
    He pulled out of her grasp, growling deep. She sat up and turned around, unsure. Nostrils flaring, he eyed her like she was food and he’d been starving for years.
    “Bend over. Hands and knees. Wide apart,” he ordered, every word crisp.
    She thought about sassing back, but he anticipated her with an upraised eyebrow. She would obey, but on her terms. She slowly did as he asked, carefully settling her knees far apart before bending forward.
    He covered her, his chest snug against her back, muscular thighs pressing against the back of hers. His manhood slid under her, spreading her folds wide. He grasped her breasts, squeezing them and rasping her nipples with his calluses. He slid one hand down her belly, pressing his cock hard against her, flicking her bud with his finger.
    She moved her hips restlessly, trying to make him slide his cock into her. Nothing mattered but her need for him.
    He finally pressed against her, easing his way in. She responded eagerly, pushing back until his groin rested snug against her. His balls swung gently to tap her sensitive flesh.
    He pulled out, dragging slowly before thrusting deeper than before. He pressed on her back, bending her forward until she rested her forehead on her fists, bottom high in the air.
    “Mmm, nice,” he murmured.
    It was. So very nice. Long, lazy strokes stoked her engine, coal by coal. He flicked his finger against her and she clenched, the spark igniting the coal. She brought her knees closer together, the better to hold him, to increase the sensations.
    He pressed a finger into her bottom. She hissed, tensing at the shallow invasion. The extra sensation broke her concentration. One hand on her breast, his cock deep in her, and now this new delight. He kept a double rhythm, cock and finger in and out. Just enough to tantalize, to grow the delicious frustration. It wasn’t enough.
    She rose up slightly and began moving, back and forth, controlling his thrusts.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need.”
    She took him at his word. She slammed back against him, clenching hard. His balls slapped against her bud with every backward thrust. His finger drilled her, not deep but twisting. It wakened nerve endings, promising even more joy to learn.
    She pumped, wanting more.
    Her back cheek erupted with a smack of his palm. She screamed and he thrust hard. His thighs held him tight against her. Another few thrusts and she exploded. She heard distant grunts, sounding in time with her thrusts. It went on until, finally, he pulled her against his chest and collapsed sideways. She quivered, twitching, until the dark pulled her down.
     
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    Trace held the softly snoring woman snug against him.
    What the hell had he done to deserve a wife like Beth? After years on his own, raising the twins after the MacDougals took the others to Texas, he had someone to share his life with. Brothers didn’t count. He,