Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Jennifer Willows

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Authors: Jennifer Willows
slick and taut from lack of spare fat. He took the scrabbling digits, clutching them in one hand above her head. The other arm went behind her back, dragging her closer. She was captive to his lusts and could only throw her hips back at him. The delightful minx cocked her head, biting his arm, sucking the sweaty skin dry. He gritted his teeth and bucked into her spongy pussy harder.

    * * * *

    His thrusts, wild and snapping, slid Charli up the bed, begging for more. She tightened her legs, wrapping his hips before she gave in, letting him take her as he may. Every now and again, the head of him nudged her spot before butting the cervix. She could hear herself groaning but she was too gone to care. Even in the midst of the pleasure she could hear him panting, felt sweat splash her skin. He leaned closer, rolled with her, only to turn her ass up and give his cock back to her. She squealed, and he took both his arms, placing them beneath her. One gripped her shoulder, and the other her waist. She was 100 percent at his mercy, could barely thrust back at him. His fingers at her waist flicked in counterpoint to his rhythm, and her hips followed their guidance.
    “Pixie, you feel so damn good.” The words were punctuated with dick, a handful of digging strokes that left her wordless.
    “Ahh…” Her mouth was open in a semipermanent gape, which Deven kissed. There was no language to describe how she felt in the moment.
    But he had plenty to speak on and verbalized every naughty and wicked thought that she could imagine. With each pass of cock he talked to her and made her wetter than ever.
    He rewarded her cries with salacious praise. “That’s good, Charli. Scream for me again.” She always did. It was the only thing she could verbalize.
    “Charli…” He punctuated her name with a hot bite below her ear. “So sexy…”
    She lost count of the thrusts she parried with her hips all she knew was each stroke was sublime. He whispered in her ear, paying homage to her body with words Charli never thought would describe her. The peak he hurtled her into was a chasm so far away she thought she left her body behind. When she came to, Charli told herself that Deven was lucky that he didn’t have any neighbors otherwise the police might end up knocking at his door tonight.
    Charli’s head drooped. She couldn’t take much more. Her vision was blurring, and her senses were playing tricks on her. Deven’s touch was devastating, as if she were in a full body cinch. She could hear heartbeats, hers and his. She could smell him, salt and sun, mingled with her floral fragrance and a dash of sexual musk. She was a spread feast for him and being plundered for all her booty. The thought made her laugh slightly, the sound was as exhausted as she felt, and hoarse from her pleas.
    Deven gripped her cami and ripped it down the front, spilling her fully exposed to his hungry eyes peering from his bent head. The violence leashed with masculine control sent her spinning, and she came again. Her mouth opened wide, a long hoarse moan that lasted until she was breathless, and her womb clenched in long motions meant to milk her lover of seed. They worked, and Deven’s spent seed splashed the latex barrier, cock jerking inside her. Charli collapsed and folded into a crumpled heap in the bed.
    He held her close, tugging her to him, back to chest. Her whole body was humming, the nerves singing a chorus. She lost every sense, her sight blurred, hearing was reduced to a buzzing of the air, and the only taste on her lips was Deven’s. She kept feeling ghost sensations, the air playing tricks on her, bringing back memories of his touch. She knew the room had to smell of sex, but the only thing she smelled was Deven.
    The first minutes were awkward for her, she could count the number of times anyone slept alongside of her in bed. Of those, all were spent with Makenzie and those moments were when they were children. Somehow, he soothed her quivering and

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