No More Mr. Nice Guy by Amy Andrews

Author:Amy Andrews [Andrews, Amy]
Language: dan
Format: epub
Tags: Australia, love, contemporary, Brazen, veterinarian, Entangled, Amy Andrews, contemporary romance, sexy, sexy romance, dare, bet, No More Mr. Nice Guy
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-09-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Mack watched as, without hesitation, Josie uncurled her fists from the sheets, slid her hands up her belly, and bought them to rest on the swell of her breasts.

“Fuck,” he muttered as she kneaded them.

She was magnificent. Completely naked, her legs parted, the Orgasmatron rammed to the hilt, the pink clitoral massager rotating and hitting the right spot, if the restless shift of her hips was any indication. She was panting and nibbling her bottom lip with her eyes shut, her head thrown back, her hair loose around it, forming a golden-red crown.

She used a pincer grip with her fingers and drew her nipples up into taut peaks, and when she twisted them, her mouth fell open and a low moan escaped.

His knees practically buckled, and he eased off on the pumping, so damn close to losing it he was going to disgrace himself if he didn’t.

She opened her eyes again and looked at his erection and the way his fist was moving over it. It was so sexy, so arousing. Her watching him. Watching him touch himself. Watching him standing over, wanking right in front of her.

Her hips bucked then and she gasped. “I’m going to come.”

Knowing he wasn’t far behind, Mack picked up the pace. “Come.”

She writhed, her eyes closing.

“Open your eyes, Josie,” he commanded, clenching his teeth against the maelstrom gathering in his loins. “Watch me come, too.”

They flashed open, her gaze zeroing in on his dick, and heat slammed into his groin as if she’d put her mouth there.

“Oh God,” she whispered, arching her back, biting down hard on her lip, but she didn’t lift her eyes from his hand action.

“Let it…out,” Mack groaned, fighting his release for a moment, fighting the fire in his belly, his buttocks, his balls. “Only you and me…here. Time for that…screaming orgasm.”

And she did. She opened her mouth and shouted her release, gasping and crying out to Jesus and all the saints and angels. Her shoulder blades bowed as she pulled hard on her nipples, her buttocks clenching, her hips rotating.

Her gaze never leaving his dick.

And he followed her, crying out, locking his quads tight as the sensation swamping his groin threatened to take his legs out from under him. Heat streaked from his balls and exploded up and out of him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she called as she watched the hot streams of cum surge out of him. Pleasure gripped him hard at her intense concentration, undulating through him over and over, keeping time with her, her ecstasy stoking his.

And when it was finally over, he could barely stand. Barely think about anything other than dragging air into his lungs.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she huffed, reaching down and wrenching the Orgasmatron from her, gasping as it was withdrawn, then switching it off and tossing it aside.

Mack chuckled. “I didn’t realize you were that religious.”

“I am today.”

He grinned. “Hallelujah.”

Her eyes drifted lower, and he was conscious that he was standing there fully dressed with his dick, which was surprisingly still semi-hard, in his hand.

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