Page 65 of Glamour & Gumballs

I gasped at the sensations.

It had been years since I’d had sex—and I’d been younger then. The guys weren’t experienced. No one had ever gone down on me before.

His chest rumbled. “You taste just as good as you smell.” He ran his tongue over me again, slow and light. “How does that feel?”

“So good.” I buried one hand in his hair as I arched my hips, opening wider for him. “Keep going.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

He licked me again, slower, but with more pressure.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

He kept going.

And going.

And going.

Until I was crying into the jungle, yanking on his hair as the pleasure rolled from my head to my toes.

Despite my release, I still wanted more.

Needed more.

I should’ve been quieter, but I was too lost to my lust to care.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he was too.

“Rhett,” I said, pushing his face away from my drenched center. “I need you inside me.”

He didn’t hesitate for a moment, standing and pushing his shorts to the ground.

I wrapped my fingers around his erection, but he pulled me off the brick wall of the well and put me back on my feet. My bare chest met his, and the feel of it was everything.

He walked me backward until my shoulder blades met a tree, then lifted one of my thighs as he tugged my hand off his cock. I sucked in a breath when he lined the tip up against my opening.

Our eyes were locked together.

But then a tree branch snapped in the jungle behind us.

Rhett moved so fast, it made me dizzy.

He put me behind him, my body completely concealed from the intruder with his. I tried to look over his shoulder, but he was too damn big.

I didn’t hear the footsteps, but Rhett’s noise of warning told me someone was coming. “Don’t take another step.”

His voice was so ferocious, I definitely wouldn’t have risked going against his order.

“How long have you been together?” another male voice asked.

The voice was tight, but I recognized it immediately.

Colt.

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