Lords of the Hill: BBW Werewolf Erotica (Smut-Shorties Book 3) Read Free Page A

Already hardening in the cool night air, they ached for Verne’s touch. She arched her back a little more, but he needed no encouragement.
    A low groan rumbled through his chest and he bent his head. His tongue flicked over the beaded nub at the same time Darrick slipped his hand between her legs and stroked a finger between her wet folds.
    “Ahhhh…” she moaned, trying to arch and rock at the same time to get more of the delicious sensations the two men afforded her. Her body was a battleground of delights and it was a battle she was both winning and losing. Winning because each flick of Verne’s tongue over her nipples, and each stroke of Darrick’s fingers along her pussy lips, sent the tension in her core higher. Losing because with each moment she came closer to unravelling.
    “So hot and wet,” Darrick panted by her ear, his cock pressed against her back. She twisted her wrist to break his grip and slipped her hand between them to cup his hard length. He groaned, his fingers sliding upward to rub over her clit. She hissed between her teeth, rubbing herself against him. She rode his hand as sparks of pleasure fizzled in her veins. The rough skin against her sensitive flesh… She shivered. Amazing.
    “That’s it. Ride it…” he moved, dipping his knees to shove two fingers deep into her soaked pussy. This time they both groaned, the sound loud in the darkness.
    “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pulled his fingers back, then pushed in again, finger fucking her as Verne feasted on her breasts. He pushed the twin mounds together and flicked his tongue between her nipples, before turning to one and nipping lightly. With each small pain she gasped more, liquid heat bathing Darrick’s fingers.
    “She’s so ready for this, Verne. Move down…” Darrick nuzzled under her ear. This time she didn’t even try to stay upright, sagging in his arms and letting him take her weight. Verne kissed each of her nipples as though in a brief goodbye, then slid to his knees. His stubble brushed against her belly when he trailed a line of soft kisses, making her shiver.
    Darrick pulled his fingers out of her pussy and she whimpered in distress. She needed him back there, needed him, or Verne, to fill her more than she needed air to breathe or the ground to stand on.
    “Shhh,” Verne muttered against her stomach and placed a kiss on her skin before hooking fingers in her panties. She shucked a breath in as they divested her of jeans and panties, then sneakers and socks in one go, leaving her naked from the waist.
    “You smell delicious.” Verne’s words were hot puffs of air against her pussy as he lifted and parted her legs to loop them over his broad shoulders. His tongue snaked out and swept along her wet nether lips. She cried out, the sound strangled.
    He growled, grabbed her hips in a tight grip and licked again, from slit all the way up to her clit in one long sweep. A low moan broke from her throat, echoed by a second one when Darrick, supporting her upper body, reached around and cupped her breasts. He pressed them together, capturing a nipple to roll between thumb and forefinger. Then, in a move they had to have practiced, he pinched gently just as Verne sucked on her clit.
    Hard pleasure rolled through her, tightening into a knot behind her clit. Her pussy clenched, the yearning to be filled stealing her breath. She didn’t hold back the soft moans and whimpers tumbling from her lips. She’d never been so turned on before, so aroused. So hot and wet. For them, both of them.
    “How’s that, love?” Darrick tweaked her nipples again, sending sparks cascading through her veins. “You like this? The two of us touching you?”
    She managed a nod in reply, unable to utter a word that wasn’t a moan or whimper.
    Verne’s hands cupped her ass, tilting her hips for better access. They held her between them, a plaything for their pleasure. She wouldn’t argue with that, not when Verne swept his tongue down and