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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Chapter 22

Fletch

“On the bed, flat on your back, hands above your head, feet planted on the mattress, and spread your legs.” We just got out of the shower, both of us naked, and I’m tired of waiting to have Delilah like this. She’s been denying me every chance she gets, thinking I’ll pull a stitch in my arm, or my neck will start bleeding. Neither of which will happen. They’re healing, and I’ve only got a few days left of my week off.

“Fletcher.” My name tumbles off her lips. Just when I think she’ll try to stop this from happening, she turns her back toward me and crawls up the bed.

“Fuck, yeah.” I keep my eyes on her heart-shaped ass, seeing a peek of her glistening pussy with each move she makes. I’m biding my time until she’s in position before I move to grab my cuffs, making good on my promise.

“If you hurt yourself, I’m going to be so pissed off at you, Fletcher Wild,” she says as she rolls onto her back, lifts her arms up, and spreads her legs. I move away from the bed for a minute, going to the dresser and grabbing the cuffs.

“I’m not gonna re-injure myself. Three more days until the stitches will be out, and all of this will be behind us.” I’ve seen the worry she carries on her shoulders, trying to hide it when I’m not looking. Delilah Taylor is strong, sometimes too strong. She’s got a damn hard time asking for help, and I’m hoping after today, she’ll see we’ve fucking got this.

“Alright.” She takes a steadying breath. The clinking of the metal is the only noise in the room. It doesn’t take too much to wrap them around her pretty wrists, and of course, when I climb on the bed to lock her in place, my woman takes advantage.

“Christ, wrap your lips around my cock, woman.” I tell her what I want. Since she’s dying for a taste of my dick, who am I to deny either one of us? The minute she’s locked how I want her. I could pull my cock out of her mouth and fuck her how I want. The only problem with that is I’d be doing a disservice to myself.

“Hmm,” she murmurs, hollowing her cheeks, the flat of tongue hitting the underside of my shaft, and I watch as she takes a deep breath before taking me all the way to the back of her throat. My hand cups the back of her head, holding her hair and keeping her steady, trying my hardest not to push her any further than she’s able to handle.

“Not gonna last.” It’s a damn shame to take away this feeling. But since she was adamant that no sex was happening until I was completely recovered, that means I’m fucking ready to go.

“I don’t care either way.” She pulls off for a moment. Her saliva leaves a trail from her sucking my cock.

“Want your pussy this time. Next time, you can finish me off by swallowing.” She never got on birth control, and I’m not complaining one bit. Delilah hasn’t had time. I haven’t brought it up, and she hasn’t either. Whatever happens, happens. I only know I’m not ever wearing a condom with her ever again.

“Fine, if you insist.” She swipes at the drop of precum on the tip of my dick.

“Goddamn, I love your mouth.” I get off the mattress for a moment. “Your shoulders alright?”

“Yes, I’d be better if you we’re closer.” She spreads her legs wider, a task I thought was impossible, yet here she goes, surprising me further.

“Working on it, woman.” I wedge myself between her spread thighs, my cock lying heavy along her wet slit.

“Not fast enough.” She gets sassy in certain areas of our life. In bed is one of them. It’s a fire I’ll never put out. Fuck, I’ll kindle the damn thing if it starts to fizzle out.

“I hear you, Delilah. Keep your eyes on me.” The minute her light blue eyes land on mine, I pull my hips back and drag the underside of my cock along her clit. My hands grip the backs of her legs, lifting them up while moving closer until the tops of my thighs are helping me hold her open.

“Fletch, please.” She is fucking perfection. Her long loose hair is a tangled mess, lips plush and full after she’s been biting on her bottom lip. Delilah’s chest is heaving, hard-as-fuck nipples, and her blush is blossoming on every inch of her naked body.

“You asked for it.” I push inside her tight wet heat with one thrust, holding myself still while we both take a moment to breathe. “Good?” I check on her again.

“So good.” That’s all she has to say. I move, backwards and forwards, rolling my hips, and this may be faster than I’d like it to be, but with the velvet clutch of her cunt, there’s not much I can do but fuck her through both of our orgasms. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do, each and every time I have her in my arms, forever.


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