Broderick: A Sabine Valley Novel Katee Robert (bts books to read txt) 📖

dying for a taste, no matter what method is available to me. A guttural groan slips free as I play my tongue over Monroe’s fingers.

“That’s right,” she whispers. “She’s so sweet, I could eat her for hours. Tastes even better from the source.” She slips her fingers from my mouth and traces them along my jaw to the nape of my neck.

I don’t fight her as she guides me closer to Shiloh, as she positions my mouth right over Shiloh’s clit. I don’t even think to resist, not when this is what I’ve wanted for so fucking long.

At the first slow swipe of my tongue, Shiloh lets out a keening noise that goes straight to my cock. It’s agony and perfection, and when I settle between her thighs and kiss her pussy properly, I nearly lose my fucking mind. Monroe’s right; she’s sweet and soft and everything I’ve ever wanted.

If I don’t come all over the bed just from the taste of her, it’s going to be a fucking miracle.

Chapter 24 Monroe

I enjoy watching, but I’ve never really gotten off on being a voyeur. I much prefer to be an active participant in any given sexual encounter, rather than simply watching. At least until this moment. Broderick looks almost pained as he tastes Shiloh’s pussy. A man dying of thirst with his first taste of water in years. And Shiloh barely seems to breathe, for all that she’s letting out little helpless noises as he explores her clit and tests out motions to see what she likes.

Of course he’d go about it like this. Methodical and intent on her pleasure. He’s not some fumbling, horny fool who just wants to thrust his tongue inside her for a few minutes so he can get her turned on enough to shove his cock into her.

He wants her to enjoy this just as much as he is.

I don’t want tenderness from Broderick. I like how rough he is with me, how ruthless he becomes when he forces pleasure on my body, as if I want anything but what he’s giving me.

That doesn’t stop a little pang of jealousy at how soft and slow he’s going with her.

I jolt a little at the feeling of his hand closing around the back of my thigh. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing to Shiloh, doesn’t so much as miss a beat, as he nudges my legs wider and coasts his hand up to cup my pussy from behind. I lift my hips a little, giving him easier access. Broderick doesn’t disappoint. He shoves two fingers into me, just as rough as I need, drawing a little cry from my lips.

Shiloh’s panting, but she lifts her head and looks down her body at us. She licks her lips. “He’s got his fingers in your pussy, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” I shift my hips, nearly mindless, seeking friction against my clit. I turn my head and bite Shiloh’s thigh. Not hard, just enough to make her jump a little.

I start to slide my hand down my stomach, but Broderick lifts his head from Shiloh’s pussy long enough to give me a look. “Let me, Bride.” He sucks Shiloh’s clit into his mouth, making her back bow off the bed, and then he reluctantly lifts his head. “Make her come, Monroe. Show me how she likes it.”

“I think you’re doing a damn good job of figuring that out,” I murmur.

“Mmm.” He urges my hips up a little and then his fingers are there, in me, withdrawing to spread my wetness up and around my clit, penetrating and withdrawing. Enough to give me pleasure, but not enough to get me where I need. Teasing me. “Show me,” Broderick repeats.

“Do I get a say?” Shiloh asks.

I laugh a little, though it morphs into a moan at the end when Broderick wedges a third finger inside me. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?”

Shiloh shudders out a laugh. “Yes.”

“Then no, you don’t get a say. Now lie back and let us play with this pretty pussy for a little bit. You’ve teased us, Shiloh. Giving some, but nowhere near enough. Neither of us is about to miss this opportunity. Right, husband?”

“Right,” Broderick rasps.

I move my hair out of the way and dip down to flick the tip of my tongue lightly against Shiloh’s clit. It’s hard to focus with Broderick using his fingers to claim every inch of my pussy, but I’m highly motivated to make Shiloh come all over my face before he can.

Except he doesn’t give me the chance. He nuzzles me out of the way enough to lick her, but I’m having none of it. I give him the same treatment. It’s a strange sort of dance. His mouth to her clit. My tongue in her pussy. Meeting Broderick in the middle for messy kiss that tastes of both him and Shiloh. She’s propped herself up so she can watch us, and from the way she shakes and whimpers, she’s enjoying the sight of us battling over her pussy as much as she’s enjoying the oral sex itself.

For all the fun and games, I want Broderick to have this orgasm. He’s wanted her for so long, and has been through so much bullshit, some of it at my own hand. It costs me nothing to give him this, and it will mean everything to him.

I back off as Shiloh’s moans get louder and let him kiss her properly. It doesn’t take long before she cries out and tries to clamp her legs shut. Broderick and I move as one, each grabbing one thigh and pressing her up and out, baring her completely as he keeps fucking her with his tongue even as he winds me tighter and tighter with his fingers. Shiloh orgasms with a sob that yanks at my heart. I’m so fucking close and—

“Your turn, Bride.” He sits up on his knees. That’s the only warning I get before he flips me onto my back. He’s ruthless