Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Reece Butler Page B

words then pressed her lips together. He saw her waver.
    “And you are no angel, Sophie McLeod.” He rubbed her mound with his chin again. She inhaled a hiss. “Do you want my teeth nibbling your nipples before my tongue soothes them? My fingers deep in your pussy finding all the spots that make you quiver and gasp? My thick cock stroking deep inside that hot puss that’s already purring for me, in and out, harder and deeper, again and again until you scream and clench me tight?”
    “Oh, God, yes!”

Chapter 7
     
    Sam was naked almost before her words had bounced back from the far walls. He stood there in all his manly glory. And he was glorious. She didn’t want to think negatively about the man who’d saved her from a terrible fate, but Amos was almost fifty when they married. He was not an active man so had little muscle. He, well, sagged.
    Sam didn’t sag. Not his chest, his backside, nor his belly, which was flat. The rock-hard cock thrusting from a tight nest of blond hair wavered, throbbing along with the pulse in his throat.
    “You look like you should be put on a painting and hung above a bar,” he said. “Just looking at you would make a man feel he’d come out of a desert and was more thirsty than he’d ever known he could be. And hot,” Sam added, almost in a whisper. “Very, very hot. Hot enough to burn.”
    “Burn?”
    He nodded, up and then down. Slowly. Intensely.
    “Burn so hot that the only way I can put out this fire is to have your lips on me.”
    His green eyes flared like the Northern Lights that shot ribbons to dance across the sky on cold January nights.
    “Oh, my,” she whispered.
    The way he looked at her, so possessive and needy, made her burn in return. Along with the burning and tingling was an ache deep inside her belly. It was as if she’d never been as aware of that part of her and now it was awake.
    Awake and desperate for more.
    “So,” he murmured, “where should I put my lips first?” He tilted his head as if considering. “Should I nibble your toes?” He stroked his lightly stubbled chin. “No, I already took care of them. I also licked your sweet pussy and sent my finger into your asshole.”
    She squirmed, remembering how desperate for release she’d been. Just him talking about it made her want more.
    “Your breasts, now, that’s a different matter. I saw what you can do with those nipples, but you haven’t felt my lips there near enough.” He nodded. “Breasts it is.” Suddenly a wide, boyish grin spread across his face. He stalked closer, his eyes staring at the nipples rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
    “Did I mention how lovely your breasts are?”
    He didn’t climb into her bed, he leaped. She squeaked and rolled out of the way. He laughed and caught her as the ropes complained at the weight. He rolled her on top of him, face-to-face. His grin faded, leaving an intensity she’d not seen before. Or perhaps she’d never noticed it. From the distance of a few inches, it was hard to miss. She swallowed. Her breasts squashed against his chest. The soft swirls of blond hair around his flat nipples rasped against her far more erect ones. He’d landed with his legs apart. Hers, therefore, fell between. She couldn’t stop thinking of the thick, hot cock that was sandwiched between his belly, and hers.
    “You’re not getting away from me, sugar.” He brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears. “Not for a long, long time.”
    She thought of everything that had to be done in the morning. Winter was coming and there were only so many sunny days left before the snow came.
    “If you mean to keep me up all night—”
    Sam laughed, removing all trace of his serious tone. “I am so hard for you, sugar, that I won’t last long at all. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get what you need tonight.”
    He suddenly rolled, taking her with him. She ended up on the bottom. He leered down at her. “I like my woman on her