Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,55

trying to push me back into her.

“I will baby, I will give you what you want but not like this.” Jumping to my feet, I bent and hooked one arm around her waist and lifted her into my arms, quickly moving around to the side of the bed and gently laying her on the doona cover. I stood drinking in the sight of her naked on my bed, burning it into my brain to call upon the memory when I needed it.

“So damn beautiful Farron, so gorgeous,” I murmured reverently, putting my hands on her ankles and slowly widening her legs, revealing her slick, wet slit.

Moving a knee onto the bed, I crawled my way up her body, bypassing her weeping pussy, for now, to lay on top of her. Covering her nudity for the moment so I could speak like a rational human being and not get lost in the fact she was finally lying on my bed.

Hovering my mouth over hers, I held my weight off her without losing too much contact.

“I am going to lick you until you come all over my face, baby.” Kissing her open mouth, I continued to caress her with my words. “Then I am going to do it again, and Farron, don’t hold back what you need from me. Tell me what you want, don’t ask me. Know that what you want is the same as what I want. Nothing is off-limits, if you want it, then so do I.” I tried to convey the truth in my message with a firm tone without making her feel overwhelmed or out of her depth. It was important to me that she understood I was there for her pleasure and I would do anything to achieve that. What man in their right mind wouldn’t want to put his mouth all over a beautiful woman and witness the gift of her orgasm.

A dickhead, that is who, and I was no dickhead.

Giving her a hard chaste kiss, I moved back down her lithe body, noticing the small white and red marks but not feeling a bit of disgust at their presence. They were marks of my woman’s strength, of her love for her son.

One day, I hoped to add to them with my child.

One day.

First, my tongue craved to be somewhere.

Kissing her soft belly, I grazed my tongue over her mound until I reached the place Farron needed me. Settling in between her legs, I used my shoulders as a wedge, a leg on either side opening her to me.

“Sweet mother of god, yes,” I hummed, leaning in and getting a hit of her sweet, musky scent before licking her lips from bottom to top, creamy wetness coating my tongue.

“Oh shit, Nixx!” Farron cried out, forcing her hips off the bed. I knew this was the first time she’d had this done to her, but her cries of passion were so amazing … so surprised, I felt the cum from my balls demand to be released. When had a woman’s reaction to me ever been so fucking sexy that I nearly came just from her sounds alone?

Never, that’s when. Not until Farron.

Taking her screams as a green light to hasten my movements, I opened my mouth wide and covered her flesh and sucked deeply, swirling my tongue around the hot flesh.

Farron’s flavour overwhelmed my taste buds, evoking a new obsession. Lick after lick, and suck after suck, I continued my onslaught on her pussy. Learning what made her moan and what drove her to scream my name, storing every reaction from Farron and move from me to memory for the future. Getting a clue as to what she liked and what she really, really liked.

“Oh god, yes! Do that with your tongue again,” Farron wept loudly, demandingly, hiking her hips higher off the mattress, grinding her core deeper into my face.

Fuck, I was loving her antics, her walls were down, and it was just me and her and our desire for each other in the room.

“You mean this?” I stiffened my tongue and pushed it in her hole as far as I could, one finger flicking at her clit, teasing the fleshy nub.

“Yesssss,” she shrieked, wantonly riding my tongue.

Lifting my gaze, I watched with delight as Farron thrashed her head back and forth on my pillow, her hair a mess of waves, a light sheen of sweat covering her sexy body.

I was not going to last long, seeing her like this was better than having my