Her Four Cowboys Read Online Natasha L. Black

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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We were frantic. It might’ve been because of the alcohol that we consumed, and it could’ve been because of that faintly competitive edge that had always lain between us, but there was something about our experience together that made me feel like we were trying to consume each other.

“Do you want me, Luce?” he asked, skimming his hands down my front as he continued to kiss me eagerly, pressing his lips to mine, to my neck, to my cheeks in turn. I felt like I was being devoured, like every part of me was being taken into account and appreciated.

“Do you have to ask?” I gasped, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair. It didn’t have that auburn color of his older brother’s that reminded me of a fall day. No, Austin was a study in contrasts, with his black hair and intense blue eyes. Adam had dark hair too, but Austin’s was darkest, and when I touched it, I felt like I was running my hands over velvety-soft crow feathers.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling back. “You can be a little hard to read.”

I raised my eyebrow at him, and he laughed, the sound coming out deep and throaty as he leaned down to capture my lips in another kiss.

“You really are sometimes,” he said against my mouth. “Don’t worry. I know how to find out the truth.”

His hand snaked down my front so that he cupped between my legs, and I gasped at the touch. Amazing, I thought, how denim does absolutely nothing to prevent me from feeling his hands all over me.

“Do you mind if I see for myself?” he asked, flicking his finger back and forth against my zipper playfully.

“Please—do,” I said, knowing exactly what he would find once he undid my pants and felt for himself exactly what I was feeling for him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned into my mouth, biting down on my lower lip. “You’re so wet, Lucy.”

I was. I knew that I was practically soaking through my panties right then, and the soft, gentle grazes he was making against my entrance were only making it worse.

I straightened my legs with the tension, mewling a little and feeling a bit pathetic as I did so. I couldn’t remember the last time that I felt this close to an orgasm and yet so far from getting to it. “Austin,” I said, my voice more snarly than usual as I leaned up to capture his mouth aggressively, “are you going to head inside, or are you just going to loiter at the entrance?”

He laughed against my mouth, and without any other preamble, he plunged in his first two fingers and hooked them, pressing them against that sensitive spot that he’d seemed to hone in on so easily. I gasped as I felt the immediate pleasure ripple down my legs, and he pressed into me again, moving his fingertips in a clever, circular motion as the heel of his hand pressed against my clit.

“Keep going,” I gasped, grinding into his hand, and oh, he did. He kept up the speed and momentum, watching my body expertly for any signs of pending orgasm the way he might watch any of the other animals in heat he cared for. Something about the comparison struck me as both oddly funny and oddly tender, and just for a second, I had to cover my face to keep from laughing. “Don’t stop.” I was still just at the edge.

“No intention to,” he said, and with one casual flick of a fingertip, I fell headfirst over the cliff, feeling small sparks of sensation explode like fireworks behind my eyes. I shook a little in the waves of pleasure as he pulled his fingers out of me, sitting up and pulling me up with me.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Oh honey, I’m not done with you,” he said with a wicked smile.

“Oh,” I said, grinning as I reached forward, undoing the buttons on his jeans, returning the favor of undressing him the way he’d done it for me.

“Come here,” he said, pulling me over so that now, I was between his legs. I barely had the chance to spot the thick head of his cock poking out from his jeans before he was pulling my pants down more, and then pulling me down too. No more teasing. He was just as desperate for me as I was for him.

He impaled me in one smooth, quick stroke, and I let out a scream as he buried himself in me, holding me there as I took every inch of him. He turned my head before I could shout and captured my mouth in a rough kiss, sweeping his thumb along my chin, down my neck and under my shirt to cup my breast.

His rough squeeze of my tit made me moan again, and I moved on him despite myself, sliding up his length before moving down again. I didn’t know if I’d ever had anyone this deep, and the feeling was overwhelming.


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