Page 33 of Wild Bliss

The man knew how to talk. She definitely would have saidtalking about sex would be awkward and it would be better to simply do it, buthe was making her reconsider everything. She could feel the swell of hiserection against her ass. “How will you…take me together? At the same time.”

His fingers started playing with her nipples, exactly ashe’d promised. Fire seemed to lick through her, making her squirm. “Yes, we’lltake you at the same time, but, baby, we’ve got to work our way up. I don’tknow if it happens this weekend. I don’t suppose you’ve had a bunch of analsex.”

And there it was. Yup. She was talking about butt stuff.“Never.”

“Does it scare you?”

“A little, but I think I’m ready to try scary things.Especially since I happen to know a couple of women who tell me it’s amazing.”Her sister didn’t really tell her. She simply walked around with a smile on herface all the time, glowing in a way she never had before.

“We’ll get you ready.” Wyatt’s eyes were on her mouth. “Ithink I’d like you to get me ready now. Take my shirt off, Sabrina.”

He released her, allowing her to slide off his lap. Sheleaned over, realizing how close the position put her breasts to his mouth. Sheslowly unbuttoned the flannel shirt he wore, and every now and then she wouldfeel his lips brush her breasts, tongue flicking out to stroke a nipple.Sabrina groaned but kept up the task she’d been assigned. And realized he waswearing layers. This would have been infinitely easier in the summertime.

But then she wouldn’t be stuck here with them.

He held his hands up when it was time to drag the T-shirtover his head.

And she got her first look at his chest. His muscular,ruined chest.

He winced when she stepped back. “Yeah, I probably shouldhave warned you about that. I had an accident last year. Got hit with ablowtorch. It’s fine now. I can keep the shirt on if you want. I know it’s…”

Oh, she wasn’t playing with this man. “Don’t you say it. IfI can’t say it, you can’t. It’s not ugly. I was just surprised. Blowtorch? Howdo you accidently get hit with a blowtorch?”

“Maybe it wasn’t so much of an accident. I don’t want totalk about the past tonight,” Wyatt said with a weary sigh.

She didn’t want to pull him down into a place she understoodwell. Regret. Pain. The wish things had gone differently.

“Unless it bothers you,” Wyatt offered.

“Do I get to spank you?”

His lips split in a brilliant smile, and he reached out,pulling her back down into his arms. “Like I said I’ve got some boundaries thatmight not feel entirely fair, so how about we find another way I pay for mysins.”

He flipped her so she was flat on her back and he wasbetween her legs, denim rubbing against her pink parts. Then he was movingalong her body, his eyes on her as he pushed himself down. He moved until hismouth was right above her pelvis, hovering above her pussy.

Her heart rate ticked up, whole body going tight withanticipation. Was he going to?

Yes. He was definitely going to.

“How about if I get insecure and start saying bad shit aboutmyself, I owe you,” Wyatt offered. “I owe you this.”

Heat poured through her veins as Wyatt licked her clitoris.He parted her labia and ran his tongue along her most tender flesh. Her headfell back on one of the pillows as he ate her pussy like a starving man.

“Now that is a pretty sight,” a deep voice said.

She opened her eyes and Sawyer was standing beside them,watching Wyatt work her pussy.

“I bet you taste like heaven, Teach,” Sawyer said, pullingat the buckle of his belt.

Desire overwhelmed her. She was a woman used to living inher head, used to allowing all the worries of daily life to invade on everymoment of her existence.

She couldn’t think of a single reason why this wasn’t thebest idea she’d ever had. Not one. Actually, she couldn’t get her brain to forma single thought except one.

More.

Wyatt licked her pussy in long strokes before sending histongue deep inside, spearing her the way his cock eventually would.

“Give me your hand,” Sawyer ordered.

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