Flare – Steel Brothers Saga Read Online Helen Hardt

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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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I want to say something, but all that comes out is a soft moan.

And then his mouth is on me. His teeth pulling at my labia, his tongue sliding into my slit. And then his lips around my clit, and two fingers slide inside me—

“Oh my God!” The orgasm catapults me into oblivion.

Such beautiful, sweet oblivion.

“That’s it, sweetheart. God, you’re so beautiful, Rory. When you come like that. Your whole body gets pink. Such a gorgeous shade of pink, the same as your cheeks.”

“Mmm…”

“Your nipples are hard. So gorgeous and hard. Play with them, sweetheart. Play with them while I eat you.”

Seemingly of their own accord, my hands trail from up my abdomen to my breasts. I cup them a moment, squeeze them lightly, and then trail my fingers over to my nipples. I jolt when I touch myself.

Or is it from the amazing oral I’m getting from Brock?

Who cares?

I squeeze my nipples gently, reveling in the hot flares that shoot through me. I strengthen my fingers, tug harder on the nipples.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Brock says against my clit.

And with those words, I jump into my second climax.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BROCK

I grew up on good food. Prime beef, succulent fruit fresh from our trees.

And pussy? I’ve been eating pussy since I was sixteen.

I swear to God, Rory Pike tastes better than the sweetest pussy and the ripest peach combined.

I could eat her forever and never tire of that tartness—that tartness of a sour cherry, combined with the sweetness of an orchard peach, and that perfect spiciness that’s unique to her.

And God, how she responds.

She gushes. Gushes for me. She’s so wet, so ready, all the time.

And that luscious cream on my tongue… Delicious.

I have to keep myself from fisting my condom-covered cock as I eat her. If I do that, it may be over before I can get back inside her.

I had to force myself to go slowly as I fucked her. She wanted me to go fast, and damn, it was so difficult not to acquiesce to her request.

But that will come later.

Right now, I’m going to get a third orgasm out of her, and then I’m going to get a fourth.

She clamps around me, around my two fingers that are deep inside her pussy massaging her G-spot.

As I start to feel her come down, I attack her clit again. I lick the tip, slide my tongue around it, and then close my lips over it and suck gently.

Gently is all it takes for Rory. This woman is so sensitive to clitoral stimulation and G-spot stimulation.

She’s a freaking wet dream.

I’m good at what I do. I’m experienced, I love doing it, and I’m damned good. But I swear to God, I can pull an orgasm out of Rory Pike easier than I’ve ever pulled an orgasm out of any woman.

Is it because the two of us are so great together? Is it because she’s just that sensitive? Or is it because I love her and she loves me?

I slide my tongue over her, capture her clit between my lips.

“Yes!”

And there’s number three.

I watch with amazement as her body responds. As it turns pink at the beginning of each climax and then softens to a light rose.

And then—

I pull a fourth out of her…

And then a fifth…

“Brock, no more. I can’t…”

Do I take pity on her? Or do I force her into a sixth climax?

I’m good at giving women multiple, but I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten anyone to six before.

“One more,” I say between gritted teeth. “One more, Rory. One more.”

I fuck her hard with my fingers then, poke her G-spot, massage it more harshly.

I slide my tongue between her folds, over her clit, down to her asshole, and then back to her pussy to suck up all the cream she’s giving me.

Then—

Her clit. I tug on it harder than usual.

“No, no, I can’t— Brock! God, Brock!”

Bingo.

Number fucking six.

I remove my fingers, let her body do its work as she flows in and out of the haze of orgasm.

I kiss her pussy, and then I move forward and plunge into her.

Even with the damned condom, being inside Rory is like being in heaven.

That one time… That one…

God, I want that.

But now, I’ll settle for what I do have. Me. Rory. The two of us together, our bodies joined. In London.

She moans beneath me, and I fuck her hard. I fuck her fast. I plow into her, tunneling through her with all the force inside me.

She moans beneath me, screams my name, and it never sounded so sweet as it sounds from her lips.

Brock! Brock! Brock!

God, I love her.

“I love you, Rory. I love you.”

I jam into her, releasing.

And everything around me falls into place. For this blessed, timeless moment, my family’s problems, Rory’s issues, everything…

It all stops existing.

An invisible bubble encases us, protects us, keeps us safe from life’s problems. From anyone who seeks to harm us.



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