On Being Wicked by Tielle St. Clare Read Free Book Online

sensation.
    “You okay, baby?” he asked after a few moments. He ran his hands up her back, pulling her toward him as he came forward to meet her. Another light kiss, a flick of his tongue on her lips. Tears pricked her eyes at his gentleness. “Too much?”
    She shook her head. He tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. The concern in his eyes melted the remaining ice around her heart. “I’m fine.” She pumped her hips, rocking his cock inside her. “It’s good.”
    A low, deep moan rumbled from his chest. She pushed up, closing her eyes and savoring the long lovely slide of his cock. Four strong hands moved over her, not guiding, just touching, pinching her nipples, stroking her hips. She leaned back, letting Forrest support her as she rode the thick cock between her legs.
    No urgency. For a moment, she just wanted to feel.
    “She’s beautiful,” Forrest murmured.
    “She’s going to look even better when you get your dick inside her.”
    She sank down, taking Glen’s cock hilt-deep into her pussy.
    She tipped her head back and looked up at Forrest. A dangerous glint shone in his eyes and she suddenly felt very innocent. He bent and placed a slow, lingering kiss on her lips, his tongue dipping into her mouth.
    “Don’t worry, honey.” Another kiss. “It will hurt just enough to feel good.”
    He cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue deep, leaving her no choice but to respond. Long, dizzy moments later, he pulled back. Satisfaction and arrogance flashed through his deep green eyes but Malicia was so caught up in what was going to happen—what she was going to let them do to her—that she could easily ignore the smug smile.
    He slipped his hand into his vest pocket and pulled out a short tube. He flipped open the top.
    “Just lean into Glen, honey. I’m going to stretch this pretty ass so I can get my dick inside you.”
    The bold words tickled her skin and she shivered. Glen’s hands cupped her hips and urged her forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her already sensitized nipples pulling up tight with the light caress. Needing more, she arched her back. The motion tipped her ass up, offering it to Forrest.
    “So sweet.” The soft words soothed some of her fears but the first dip of his slick finger against her rosette made her clench and pull away. “It’s okay, honey. Just a little cold. We’ll warm it up soon.”
    He placed his hand against her lower back, not allowing her to escape though the action strangely gave her comfort. He murmured nonsense words about how beautiful she was, how delicious she looked, her legs spread, ready to take another cock inside her.
    The words lulled her senses and this time when he put his finger to her rear opening, she relaxed, breathing deep then exhaling slowly to let him inside. He whispered encouragement, guiding her as he penetrated her ass with one long finger.
    She met Glen’s worried stare. “You okay, baby?” he asked as his hands continued the soothing strokes up and down her back and hips.
    She nodded but couldn’t quite find her voice.
    “Forrest, just take it slow, man. We want her to love this, yeah?”
    Forrest hummed his agreement, then eased his finger out before sliding it back in. She sighed and placed her head on Glen’s shoulder, sinking into the sensation of Forrest finger-fucking her ass. Just when she’d decided she liked it, he pulled back. The squish of more lube caught her attention and she tensed.
    “Breathe, honey.”
    Not lifting her head, she nodded and forced her muscles to relax. The process continued as Forrest stretched her with two fingers then finally three. The burn of those fingers warned her that taking his cock would be difficult—but she wanted it.
    “You ready, baby?” Glen asked, pumping his cock as if to remind her it was still there. As if she could forget the solid shaft already buried inside her.
    “Yes.” The word sang with desire. She