Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,57

I would swear on a stack of bibles I could see love in them. It was too soon, right? To say the three words I knew deep in my heart, I already felt for Nixx.

“Farron, are you okay, baby? Do you still want to go on?” Nixx frowned down at me, seeing that there were tears still falling down my temples.

My god I was ruining this, acting like a first-timer when … shit, I was a first-timer to have that done to me. Still, I had to get a grip on my emotions, otherwise Nixx was going to regret hitchin’ his trailer to my wagon, or whichever country colloquialism was appropriate for the situation.

Taking the lead, because my new bold leaf seemed to be working for me, I lifted my hips, feeling his very large, very hard, very thick cock bump the entrance to my womanly area, I ran my hands down his muscular back, coming to rest on his firm bum.

“Absolutely, I want to keep going, honey.” Gripping his butt at the same time I pushed down, letting him know that I was more than ready to keep going. And I was, for the first time in my life, sex didn’t come with anxiety. Whether it was the mind-blowing orgasm Nixx just gave me with his tongue, or a sign from the universe, whatever it was, I was embracing it—no more second-guessing my worth, my abilities or my body.

Nixx’s thick cockhead brushed my swollen lips, and as wonderful as that felt, I wanted it inside me. Experiencing an orgasm by tongue had been monumental, now it was time for me to give him something just as special back.

My trust.

“Make love to me Fenixx Hott and make me yours,” I breathed, not begging, not pleaded, but telling.

Fenixx pressed his forehead to mine, his large body trembling as he hissed out a breath.

“You have been mine since I met you Farron, you just didn’t know it at the time,” he affirmed, moving his hips and pushing slowly into me. “You mean everything to me Farron, you and Dillion.”

My response to his sweet words was stolen from me when Nixx pushed deeper and deeper in me. To say I felt full was an understatement. Every muscle stretched to accommodate his thick girth and impressive length, I was wet thanks to his clever tongue and my orgasm making the entry easier, but crap on toast, the man was big.

“You okay, baby?” Nixx grunted, holding himself still. He was all the way in, and while I wasn’t a virgin, and had experienced childbirth, what I was not used to was feeling stuffed to the hilt with something resembling a telephone pole.

Nodding my head, I pulled my lip between my teeth. “Ah huh, so full but so good,” I panted, wiggling my hips just a little. There was no real room to move too much, Nixx was completely on top of me, not that I was complaining. Missionary sex was just another dream he was giving me. The intimacy of being this close, this … intimate, I had a feeling this position was going to become my favourite.

“Fuck, you are so tight Farron, so beautifully tight.” Nixx’s moans filled the room as he rocked his hips into me. Sliding my hands around his neck, I caressed the skin on his back, feeling his muscles ripple under my palms, delighting in the goosebumps my touch created.

“Kiss me, baby,” Nixx demanded, taking my mouth in a kiss to end all kisses. Never once had I kissed while having sex, but then this was a night for firsts.

Nixx devoured my moans as I swallowed his growls all the while his dick surged in and out of me.

“More, Nixx, give me more.” My words came out on a moan, muffled by his lips, but he must have heard me because suddenly he splayed his legs, taking my legs and hooking them over his arms, he thrust his hips hard, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper.

“Damn it, Farron, I am not going to last baby, your pussy is sucking me in and not letting me go. It is too good, too fucking good.”

With sheer wonderment, I watched Nixx’s face. His hooded eyes were the deepest, darkest blue, quite different from the blue they were normally. The veins in his neck corded, sticking out with the effort his body was under from holding his release.

Suddenly, I understood his proclamations of him loving to see me in the throes of passion, witnessing