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

it had been a long time for her. For both of them. He was more than ready, but a woman needed to be opened slowly, like a locked safe. He had the key, but the lock needed lubrication and a slow turning. The reward was that, once opened, her treasure belonged to him.
    Her swollen lips glistened in welcome. He knelt on the cold floor and dropped his face between her legs. She tried to close her knees in a woman’s modesty, but he clamped his hands on her spread thighs. She’d do what he wanted tonight and learn that she wanted it just as much.
    He inhaled her scent. His cock swelled, fighting to escape his pants. But if he released it, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Her glistening folds called to him. He looked past her dark curls. She looked hesitant as well as aroused.
    “Play with your breasts,” he ordered.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Don’t play innocent, Sophie.” He gave her a warning look. “I know you touch yourself at night. Show me.”
    She hesitantly touched her nipples. He gave a quick nod of approval and dropped his head for another look at the luscious woman spread out before him. Sophie McLeod might be the boss of her hotel, but tonight he was in charge. She liked that, no matter how much she might protest.
    Max would take a strip off his hide for doing this, but at this point he didn’t care. His older brother was too hung up on rules. Allan Pinkerton was not going to fire them because Sam pleasured a very willing hotel owner. And he’d enjoy pleasuring her just as much as she’d enjoying receiving him.
    He ripped open the rest of her nightgown. The harsh sound aroused him as much as the action. Sophie had her eyes closed, mouth partly open as she panted. One of her work-roughened hands was on each breast, gently squeezing. Generous breasts, easily large enough to share.
    Max and Joshua would appreciate those breasts. If, that is, Max ever threw away his plans and took life by the horns. Or the balls in this case.
    Pinkerton detectives never knew if the day would be their last. After Sam took a knife across his ribs while protecting Josh, he’d learned to give, and receive, pleasure when he could. Max, shot in the shoulder later that night, had learned from the same lesson. Unfortunately, he’d gone the opposite way, thinking that planning everything out would make his world right.
    This little dalliance with Sophie would certainly make Sam feel right, and Sophie as well. He was harder than a fence pole in January, but Sophie was well primed. He’d start by giving her everything she could take. The next time they visited, she’d open herself fully to him. Maybe to both, or all three, of them.
    Once more he inhaled the fragrance rising from the plump lips below, branding it on his mind. Sophie shifted, pushing her bottom up. The lamp glowed on her thighs, glistening and wet. Her busy fingers plucked her nipples. Later he’d suckle them with his cock inside her to the hilt. Right now he was going to suckle something even tastier. He kissed her soft inner thigh in a line leading directly to her core. He blew gently on her pussy. She opened her eyes, then gulped. But instead of refusing to allow him to touch her, she relaxed.
    “Beth and the others say this can be wonderful if the man is skilled and patient.”
    Caught swallowing, he choked. “They talked to you about this?”
    She laughed. Her breasts jiggled, drawing his attention from her face. Lovely breasts, just the right size.
    “Women, especially if they trust each other, talk about everything,” she said. “I could tell you stories about some of those valley ranchers…” She winked wickedly. “And if you do a good job, I won’t tell them about you .”
    “You’ll be boasting about me in the morning,” he replied with determination. There was no way he was going to let a bunch of women think he gave anything less than their men.
    Watching her reaction carefully, he gently touched her pussy with his tongue. Her eyes opened wide