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tongue
dragging up through her slit.
    Her toes curled and she almost screamed. God, that felt
fucking amazing, even if his beard was scouring her inner thighs a little.
    Huge hands cupped her ass, thumbs pulling her wide as he
growled, buried his face in her folds and started lapping at her, tongue
pushing her clit. It was a little rough and a lot amazing and her legs went up
over his shoulders, her heels digging into his back. His growl pushed into her,
vibrated her clit, and Wendy barked, fingers dragging on the sheets. She could
swear he chuckled, then his fingers pushed inside her, giving her that pressure
her body craved.
    It was as if the bastard could read her mind, knew exactly
what she needed.
    She bore down, riding hard, rocking between hard fingers and
that wicked tongue. He didn’t let her down, wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t go any
damn faster, either.
    “Fuck…” She groaned, fingers tangling in his thick hair.
“Driving me out of my mind.”
    A puff of air against her was probably a chuckle, but he was
licking, sucking at her clit, fucking her with his fingers; she didn’t care if
he laughed. Not one bit.
    Her belly went tight, her shoulders lifting off the mattress
as the tension built inside her. She felt as if she was vibrating, his
shoulders spreading her thighs, his hair springy and warm around her fingers.
    She was so ready to come. “Please. Please, Brett.”
    He growled and sped up, the suction around her nerves fierce
enough to shove her over the edge.
    Her orgasm washed over her as if a crashing wave, which was
a cliché, but that was what it felt like. As if he’d completely overwhelmed all
her nerves.
    He kept lapping gently, easing her down, her thighs shaking
violently.
    “Sweet lady.” He kissed her thighs, one after the other.
    “Damn.” She’d argue, but damn.
    “Yeah. Yeah, it’s good.” He slid up her body, taking a kiss
that made her ears ring.
    It was her turn, now. Wendy dragged her nails down Brett’s
belly, heading for that thick, fat cock.
    He arched right up into her touch, his prick slapping her
palm. He let out a growl, panting, really going for it. She rolled her palm
over the tip of his cock, pushing him, sliding the hot drops of pre-come
around. The fat head of his cock felt silky smooth, his skin so hot to the
touch that she almost expected it to burn her.
    She pushed him over, straddling his thighs, getting both
hands around that fine flesh.
    Brett lay back easily, smiling at her, all big bad. “You
have good hands, honey.”
    “They are.” They were good at what they did—from shooting a
pistol to driving to making a man scream.
    “More.” He arched up under her, demanding with his body, his
legs moving restlessly.
    “I can do more.” She squeezed, working the tip hard on each
upstroke.
    His belly sucked in, his hips rising and falling. He was
strong, almost bucking her off. She loved his scent, pine and musk and flannel
all mixed together. She kept working him, tensing her thighs to keep him put.
He bucked up and she shoved back, rocking him into the mattress. Wendy didn’t
care if he was an alpha. He wasn’t going to come until she wanted him to.
    Brett chuckled, reaching up to push his hands up under her
breasts. “Pushy.”
    “You know it.” God, his hands were big. Hot.
    His thumbs rubbed her nipples, his calluses scraping her
sensitized skin. “I like it.”
    “Good.” Her breasts were pushed out in front of her, caught
by her arms. Right there in his face. He took advantage of it, rolling up to
suck one nipple into his mouth.
    “Fuck!” Her head fell back between her shoulders, her hands
moving faster. She was riding him almost as if they were fucking but that would
be a bad idea. Letting him take her. Although his cock would feel so good,
filling her up, driving into her. It was perfect between her hands, that prick,
thick and hard, and she wanted him. She moved up a little, rubbing him against
her belly.
    He growled in response,