Wild Ride – Wild Brothers Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
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“Woman.” It’s a gamble, one I’m willing to take.

“I’ve never, you know.” A look like I’ve never seen before crosses his face.

“Never gone bareback, Delilah.” My thong is ripped off my body. Now there’s nothing between us. “Be sure. I’m not going to be able to stop once I feel your tight-as-fuck cunt tightening around my cock.”

“I’m positive. Fuck me, Fletcher, take me. I trust you.” My hand leaves his length, as does his.

“Watch. Look at us.” It’s a command, and I obey him without thinking anything of it.

“Fletch.” My pussy stretches around his thick length. Seeing my wetness coat him has me ready to close my eyes, and I almost lose sight of us, but I’ve come to know Fletcher Wild. He’ll pull out of me, make me wait until my eyes are back where he wants them, and only then will he give me what we both need.

“The next time I take you like this, it’ll be in front of a mirror. It’s too fucking hot to miss a moment.” He bottoms out inside of me, hitting a spot, that spot, one that feels almost painful yet doesn’t. I take a deep breath, and he must feel the exact same thing because his body locks up. “Fuck, woman, you’re killing me. So tight, so hot, so fucking wet.”

“Move, please. I need more.” I’m desperate, no longer able to keep any pretense of watching as he manages to work my body up by staying so still. My head tips back as I swallow and grind my hips downward to spur him into action.

“Goddamn it, Delilah. Off.” I’m not sure what he’s asking for until he’s pushing up my dress, and all I can do is lift my arms, then Fletch takes care of the rest. The minute I’m completely naked, his head bends downward as his fingers entwine with mine, holding them at either side of my head, and he’s pulling a nipple into his mouth. It’s an onslaught of sensations, overwhelmed with how he is able to maintain his composure as he strokes in and out of me. On every upward thrust he swivels his hips, and his pelvis hits my clit in the most delicious way imaginable.

“I’m close.” I’m unsure of how he’s going to be able to pull out with the way my pussy is clamping down, my orgasm hitting me faster than it did on the side of the road. A feat I never thought would be possible. Anyone could have seen us. The thrill of getting caught hit me fast, but that was nothing compared to this moment. His hard velvet shaft without a barrier feels indescribable.

“Fuck, yeah, get there, Delilah. I’ll pull out and paint all this beautiful fucking skin with my cum.” He pulls away from my nipple before moving to the other, this time nipping it with his teeth. That’s all it takes, and I’m soaring. Eyes closed, my hand ripping away from his to dig into in his dirty blond hair, holding him to my breast while my legs are locked around his waist.

“Fletcher.” His name tumbles from my lips on a gasp. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm and yet somehow manages to hold himself back.

“Damn it, I’m not ready to leave your tight cunt,” he croons into my ear. It sucks that I’ve lost his mouth on my nipple, but having him talk me through my orgasm is so much better.

“I don’t want you to leave. I want to feel you, Fletch. All of you.” I’m an idiot for suggesting he come inside me. Pregnancy is a lifetime commitment.

“Woman.” He sucks on the skin beneath the shell of my ear.

“The timing isn’t right.” I’ve already calculated the days in my head while trying to coax him to let go.

“When was your period?” He plants himself inside me in one hard thrust.

“A week ago.” Fletch moves harder, faster, and somehow deeper. We maintain eye contact this time. My body starts to free-fall again. Only this time, I’m pulling Fletcher right along with me. Never in my life have I been able to come twice, back to fucking back.

“Damn, Delilah,” he grunts on an exhale as I feel him come inside me, and I’ll never want to have Fletch any other way. Which is going to be hard during certain parts of the month, so either we go back to condoms, or I get on birth control, as soon as possible.

“Yeah.” I’m speechless. The only thing I can manage to do right now is feel.

“Christ, that’s sexy as fuck,” Fletch says, then he pulls out, dropping to his knees, and I feel our combined cum leak out of me, painting my thighs. What I don’t expect is for him to drag his fingers through the wetness and push us back inside me. “Never gonna want you any other way. Though maybe next time, we’ll make it to a bed.” My fingers linger in his hair, combing through the mussed tendrils, and I let out a small laugh.


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