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Tangled in Divine(Divine Creek Ranch 14)(42)

By:Heather Rainier


Julián massaged her ass cheeks, holding the heat in.

Whap!

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her excitement growing by the second. She could feel her cream smearing between her thighs as it leaked from her with each movement.

Whap!

“Oh!” The sound that came from her throat didn’t even sound like her. It sounded needy, sensual, and willing to beg.

Whap!

“Yes!”

More than two hands rubbed her stinging behind. She screamed when a thick finger slid between her cunt lips, feeling hot and so forceful, and pumped in and out rapidly for several strokes. She arched her back as the scream in her throat built to ear-shattering proportions, one more stroke—and then withdrew.

Whap!

“Oh God! Harder! More!” she wailed as she bucked and arched, wanting the finger or the pops back, harder and fast enough to push her over the edge and make her lose her mind.

For several seconds all was quiet except for their heavy breathing and then—

Whap! Whap! Whap! Hands slid up the backs of her thighs as the pops landed harder and harder.

Whap!

More pops rained down on her tingling ass and the orgasm detonated as two thick fingers thrust into her clenching cunt, unleashing a scream from her that would probably leave her hoarse. Her body writhed beyond her control, her pussy rhythmically pulsing and gripping until she finally went limp against Julián.

She felt a body shift at her side and then Chris was touching her, pulling her hair aside and helping her to rise up. Her face felt red-hot from being facedown and from exertion.

She panted as the two of them helped her sit up, and Chris, who was kneeling beside her, caught her as she toppled sideways against him like a limp noodle.

Julián looked down at her, lust and approval glittering in his eyes. Chris cradled her, an appreciative sound coming from deep in his chest as he cupped her generous breasts and strummed her peaked nipples with his thumbs. Her nipples were ultrasensitive and she gasped as aftershocks in her cunt coincided with each stroke of his thumb.

Her head fell back against Chris’s chest as she panted. She bit her lip as he tenderly squeezed her in his arms. She felt precious. This was like no one-night stand anywhere in the history of the world. So much tenderness disarmed her and made her crave more.

My heart is doomed and there isn’t a damned thing I can do about it.

She gazed up at Julián and smiled wordlessly.

The devilish grin on Julián’s face made her heart palpitate as he leaned toward her and kissed her. He’d just paddled her ass soundly but his kiss was like a sweet, soothing balm. “Let’s get those boots and jeans off and we’ll see to aftercare for your hot pink ass.”

Chris cuddled her into a little ball, rose, and carried her to his bed. She giggled as he dumped her onto it and let them pin her, tummy down, as they removed her boots and the rest of her clothing.

“Damn, you’re sexy, sweetheart,” Julián growled before he sat down beside her and stroked her sizzling hot booty.

Her cunt throbbed and she squirmed wantonly as Chris’s hands joined in, stroking up and down the backs of her thighs. The same hands that had been there earlier, before bringing her to that screaming orgasm. Her body throbbed, and despite the tremendous release she’d just had, she was already hungry for more. Much, much more.

“Be right back,” Julián murmured, leaving the bed. Chris sat in the spot he vacated and Gwen rose up on her elbows so she could look into his eyes. Chris seemed more relaxed. He hadn’t tried to be cute or mouthy, and that encouraged her.

“Will you take off your shirt so I can see your chest?” she asked, pulling on the edge that was tucked in his jeans.

He pulled his belt buckle loose and slid it from the belt loops, before yanking the shirt from his jeans and unbuttoning it. He concentrated on watching her as she rolled to her side and stroked his thigh as more and more of his hard, muscular flesh was revealed. She gasped in surprise when she got a glimpse of dark ink across his hairy chest and on his biceps as he stretched out his shoulders to drag the shirt off of his arms.

“You have tattoos,” she moaned happily. “And you’re so hairy.” The girls had been right. He had just the perfect amount to be really sexy.

Chris looked down at himself and nodded, frowned for a second, and then looked at her. “Do you like that?”

Gwen smiled, disbelieving that he could doubt it, and bit her lip as she palmed his bicep. The same bicep he’d flexed earlier that day and bragged about. He was such a puzzle.

The tattoos were a matching tribal design on both biceps that swirled upward around his shoulder joints and then curved down into a series of bold arcs that met in the center of his breastbone. “Oh, baby, I like that a whole lot.”