Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York) Read Online Free

arrested.” He
spread his stance in an attempt to find more room in his jeans for his aching
dick.
    “No, they won’t.” She walked her fingers
up his forearm, and he startled. He’d crossed his arms over his chest and
didn’t remember doing it. “No one is even looking but us.”
    The way she said looking , with a
throaty rasp almost succeeded in getting him to peek over his shoulder. “You’re
the one looking, not me.”
    “Oh? Is it weird to see your brother in
action?” The soft but firm weight of her breasts crushed into his bicep, and
her mouth hovered by his ear. “Or is it that you don’t mind seeing him get
busy, and that’s what bothers you?”
    “We’ve shared females…in the past.” Why
the fuck had he said that? The comment would encourage her. Shit, he’d almost
spilled it out loud for fuck’s sake. This female eroded every defense mechanism
with nothing but a pair of tits and a mouth that begged to be filled with his
shaft.
    He swallowed, tried to ignore the tight
pebbled nipples grinding into his arm. God, they were tiny and rose colored
like new baby strawberries. If only he could wrap his lips around them, suckle
and lick them until they turned dark red.
    “Ahh… Well then…if you’re hung anything
like your brother, I can’t wait to unzip those jeans and wrap my lips around
your cock like Petra is doing right now with Logan.”
    He groaned. Was she reading his mind? All
the hair on his arms rose. Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, and her
left hand drew a line back and forth over his abdomen at his waistband.
    “If you watched, it would be like seeing
a reflection of yourself getting head. She’s licking the tip of his shaft,
pumping it with her free hand. Now she’s sucking on it, swallowing it down as
far as she can. I can tell you from experience, Petra loves to give oral. The
things that girl has done to my clit.” She dug her nails in for a moment, the
tiny points of pain exploding through his system like fireworks. A tiny indrawn
breath moved her nipples up and down against his arm. “Oh, he shoved her back
and ripped her shirt off over her head. Lucky girl.”
    Theo groaned and wiped one hand over his
face. If Callie’s commentating wasn’t enough, and the fire she stoked with her
fingernails on his stomach didn’t turn him to rubble, the resonance of each
desperate cry, the sound of the suction of Petra’s mouth on Logan’s dick, and
the smell of the couple’s arousal blending with his and Callie’s should soon send
him to the nearest corner to jack off. The stimulation bombarded him.
    “Oh, damn, he isn’t shy once he gets
going is he? He’s bent her over at the waist and has his face buried in her
pussy from behind.”
    Callie trailed one finger over his
erection, and he gritted his teeth against the pleasure-pain of the
stimulation.
    The wail of a woman coming reached his
ears, and although he knew Petra swallowed the majority of her pleasure, to him
it sounded as loud as a scream directly in his ear. Callie cupped him through
his jeans and squeezed once. If this kept up, he’d come in his pants.
    “Woman, stop teasing me.” He captured
her hand in his own and moved it to the opposite side of his waist. It forced
her to leave his side, dragged her breasts across his arm and chest, the rock
hard tips of her nipples a knife cutting though his thin shirt with heat.
    Callie fit herself right into the cradle
of his groin and wrapped her free arm around his waist. Her scent changed from
frustrated arousal to accommodate a thin thread of anticipation and smug
satisfaction.
    The sexy, manipulating female and her
damned commentating, she’d gotten right where she wanted to be. A grudging
appreciation wormed into him. This nymph was more than a horny bit of fluff
with great tits.
    A masculine grunt echoed in his ears,
and he swallowed, closing his eyes. The hot puff of breath on his lobe gave him
a warning—Callie wasn’t done with him.
    “Oh, Theo,