Take (Fury Brothers #4)

“So damn sexy.”

“Touch me,” she pleaded. “And don’t stop.”

I kneaded her breasts, toying with her nipples until they were hard nubs. Her skin was so smooth and soft. The opposite of mine. She pushed into my touch eagerly. There wasn’t a shy bone in her body.

Then I moved my hand lower. I delved between her thighs, and the sounds she made were filled with hunger. I stroked and found a trim strip of hair. I stroked again and found damp folds. She was wet.

“Yes.” She rubbed against the bulge in my pants.

Need exploded inside me. I slid a finger inside her and she moaned.

Fuck. I couldn’t stop. A distant voice said that I should, but I wasn’t strong enough.

“I need to taste you, Frankie.”

A flush filled her cheeks. I spun her and slid down on the couch so I was lying on my back. She tumbled forward, her hands on my thighs, her sweet ass touching my face.

“Oh, God,” she panted.

I flicked the shirt up and bared her curves. “Best view in the world.” I palmed one buttock, and she made a husky sound.

Then I yanked her back, got my mouth on her pussy.

“Oh, God.” Her voice was desperate. “Shit. Reath.”

I licked and shoved my tongue inside her. She was slick and hot and spicy. I gripped her thighs, and she rode my face as I lapped at her.

Yes. I wanted to stay right here and eat Frankie until she came on my face. I loved every sound she made. She wasn’t afraid to let me know she loved it.

I was so focused on what I was doing that I missed what her hands were doing.

Suddenly, she shoved the waistband of my pajama pants down and freed my cock.

I felt her hot breath on me.

“I knew it would be big and beautiful.” Then she swallowed my cock into her warm mouth.

Fuck.

My hips jerked up, and I drove my cock deep into her throat. She choked, but her fingers dug into my thighs, and she sucked harder.

I found her clit and sucked.

Soon, she lifted her head and moaned. I felt her fingernails dig into my skin.

I smiled against her.

A moment later, she started coming. “Reath!”

I licked her through it, holding her still as her body shook and she cried out my name. Finally, she slumped against me.

Her soft pants filled the room. “That was…”

“Good,” I said.

“Way better than good.” Then, she latched onto my cock again.

“Fuck. Frankie.”