Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,35
took forever to get hard, what if Nixx needed the same attention to be ready to go? A hard dick folded in jeans felt that way because of the restricted area. Once naked, would he be okay to go, or …
“Jesus Christ, I have never been so hard in my fucking life and we are just kissing,” Nixx growled into my mouth, licking the inside of my mouth.
Question answered I decided happily.
My belly somersaulted at the meaning behind Nixx’s heated words, the honesty in what he was telling me catapulting my desire to a new level.
“Closer Nixx, can you get closer to me?” I pleaded, my bottom shimmying on the smooth bonnet.
“Fuck yes,” Nixx moaned, pulling me down until my butt was no longer on the car, only my legs and Nixx’s hold on me keeping me from falling to the ground.
“Grind on me Farron, grind that sweet pussy on my hard dick, take what you need from me.”
Like a wanton hussy, I did what my body craved, undulating my hips over and over moaning every time the button fly of his jeans dragged along my seam.
“Damn, this is not the place to be doing this,” Nixx moaned but didn’t make a move to stop, thank god because I was so close to something. What I didn’t know, just that something big was building deep in my belly.
Ripping my mouth away, I dragged in a lungful of crisp cold air. “Don’t you dare stop Nixx,” I ordered, grabbing a fistful of his shirt anchoring myself to him.
“A wild brumby couldn’t drag me away, Farron,” Nixx assured me breathily, shuffling his feet further forward, moving his hands to my butt cheeks, his fingers digging into the denim helping me ride him.
“Nixx, honey,” moaning loudly, I pressed forward chasing …. my first ever orgasm.
Our mouths smashed together, teeth clashed, lips bruised, but nothing stopped us from our goal.
“Fuck Farron, I never want this to stop. You grinding your pussy on me is the hottest thing I have ever experienced.”
My core clenched, hearing his gravelly voice, the erotic laced plea to keep going, the declaration I was turning him on.
His tongue swept over my lips, leaving a trail of his unique scent all over my mouth. Never in my life had anyone ever kissed me so … thoroughly. Not a millimetre of my mouth was being left unexplored, his tongue was quickly getting intimately acquainted with mine, and I couldn’t wait until the time came for him to meet other parts of me, to actually feel a man’s tongue down there.
“Yeah, you will be feeling my tongue all over your sweet pussy baby, believe me,” Nixx growled against my mouth, and I realised that I had said that out loud and not in my head. Immediately my hips stopped grinding, my mouth stilled mid-kiss.
“Don’t you dare stop, Farron,” Nixx demanded, throwing my earlier words back at me, “I fucking love that you are so lost in what we are doing, you forget to be proper. Now keep moving against me so I can see what you look like when you come.”
Without waiting for me to answer or react or run and hide, Nixx practically picked me off the bonnet and started to thrust harder into me. In this position and this angle, his large bulge hit me, rubbing the length of my crotch.
“Oh god, oh god, Nixx,” I hissed, shoving myself into him as much as our position and our clothes allowed, and resumed my chase to find my orgasm.
“That’s it baby, find it and take it, for the love of god find it. Get there baby and come for me.” Nixx was not helping with all his dirty talk and growling, or maybe he was because before I knew it, a rush of heat hit me like a firestorm. A wave of wetness slid down my core covering my panties, a loud scream left my open lips, and Nixx swallowed it, his deep low guttural groan vibrated over my lips. Sensations I never knew existed or ever thought in my wildest dreams I would be capable of, or indeed ever feel, overtook me.
My lungs heaved inside my chest, and my breasts moved wantonly against his chest as I tried to drag fresh air into my lungs and control the tremors that were taking over my body. With trembling hands, I tried to push myself back off Nixx, now aware how plastered I was to him, but Nixx wasn’t having it. His arms