Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,22

thighs, savoring the feel of silk against his palms, lingering where the lace met the straps of her garters. He inhaled her musky fragrance, reached between her legs to capture some of the moisture there. He could see it dripping from her, she was so fucking wet, and he could imagine how easily he could slide inside her, bury himself to the hilt.

His cock lurched, demanding it.

He stood and looked at Seth, who had just finished undressing. It was good to be such close friends with someone. Someone you trusted and knew so well. He motioned Seth to the couch with an inclination of his head. Seth nodded and smiled.

Yeah, Seth knew where Mike was headed with this.

“Abby, I want my cock in your pussy.”

Abby half-turned. Her half-lidded gaze told him she was gone, drunk with passion and the need to fully experience this.

“Fuck me,” she said, her voice harsher than he’d ever heard from her.

He knew there was a wildcat lurking underneath all that innocence. Barely leashed and just waiting for the right man—or men in this case—to let her out of her cage. He loved a woman whose passions met his own. And Abby was having her first taste of this kind of wildness.

Yeah, her ex was a dimwit.

Her gaze darted to his cock, her eyes widening for a second. He grasped his shaft and stroked it for her, letting her see what she was getting. She swallowed, licked her lips, and turned away from him to focus on Seth.

Seth sat on the couch and beckoned to her, his hand closing around his shaft. “Suck my cock, Abby.”

Mike stepped behind her and placed his hand on the middle of her back, directing her forward. She bent from the waist and placed her hands on Seth’s thighs while at the same time spreading her legs.

In this position, Mike had a perfect view of her pussy. She’d shaved it bare, the pink, puffy lips wet and swollen. His cock twitched at the delectable sight of her spread out like a feast for his mouth. He squatted, leaning in to take a long, slow swipe with his tongue, needing to taste her.

The sweetest cream. She shuddered and spilled more of it onto his tongue. Oh yeah, he could lick her like this until she came again. The temptation to take her there was strong, to linger between her legs and suck her pussy until she was begging to come. But this time, he wanted her to come on his cock.

He nestled against her buttocks, taking a moment to run his hand along the curve of her hip, savoring the position, the curve of her body. He probed between her pussy lips, her heat drawing him in.

He was big, and he knew it, so despite the urge to plunge inside her with one quick thrust, he took his time, giving it to her slow and easy and gauging her reaction by watching her. Her nails dug into Seth’s thighs as she paused, her lips just a fraction of an inch from Seth’s cock.

Christ, she was tight. He could tell she hadn’t been used in awhile. Her pussy gripped him like a vise, squeezing and pulsing. Damn good thing he had decent control, or he’d be coming right now. Her cunt was sweet heaven, and he wanted to be in there for awhile. And the sounds she made—the soft little groans and whimpers as he eased his way in—were enough to drive a sane man crazy.

He’d had his share of women over the years, but Abby was something special.

And that surprised the hell out of him. Because Mike never thought women were special. A woman was good for a fuck, and that was it. No doubt Abby was a good fuck, but there was a lot more to this woman than just a one-night screw.

Quit thinking. Thinking only led to emotion, and emotion only led to entanglement, which was unfamiliar and unwelcome territory.

Once she’d grown accustomed to his size, once he felt her juices pouring over him and her body easing onto him, he thrust hard and buried himself the rest of the way, taking in her stunned cry with a sense of satisfaction. He’d hurt her a little, but she liked it. He could sense it in her gasping moans, the way her cream poured over his balls, and the way she fucked back against his dick.

Welcome to the Nottingham Monster, Abby.

Abby felt like she’d been impaled by a monster. A monster-sized