Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

Sophia was regal and elegant, anything but light-hearted. Until now. For him. Because of him.

He crawled across the bed. “You take that breast, I’ll take this one,” he told Simon before he licked, sucked, pinched, and drove her crazy.

“Oh, my God,” she said, laughter tinkling through the words. “Every woman should have this.”

They kissed every inch of her body, her neck, her belly, her hips, as she writhed beneath their attentions. Then they rolled her to her stomach and did the same to her back. Simon licked the crease of her ass, and she squirmed. Ford trailed his tongue up her spine, and she sighed. Her flesh quivered beneath his touch as he tunneled a hand between her legs to find her creamy center.

Simon raised his head from the butt cheek he’d been nibbling. “I think the lady needs to be flat on her back again for us, don’t you?”

“Sure do,” Ford agreed. Turning her, he parted her thighs and nestled between her legs.

“How are your G-spot orgasms?”

She moaned, lifted her head, barely opened her eyes. “The G-spot is a myth.”

He and Simon exchanged a look.

“No way in hell it’s a myth,” Ford said.

“You poor, poor princess,” Simon added, kissing her hip.

“You’re men. How would you really know?”

Simon raised one brow. “I think I hear a challenge.”

Ford smiled. “I know I do.” Holy hell, this woman needed him. He eased one finger inside her, pushed until he felt the slight bump of her G-spot.

She sighed.

“Is that it?”

“I don’t know, but it felt nice.” Eyes closed, a smile danced on her lips.

Oh, yeah, it was nice. Especially combined with the fact that Simon climbed her body to take a nipple into his mouth.

Ford added another finger, worked her slowly until her body began to ebb and flow with his movements. She almost purred when he dropped his lips to her clit. Her skin flushed a rosy hue, and her taste flooded his mouth. God, she was sweet.

She stretched her arms above her head, arched, then drew her knees up to give him better access.

He looked at Simon, and he knew the perfect thing.

“Here, come down and lick her.”

Stretching out across the bed, Simon took over, wrapping his arm around her waist and coming at her clit from the top. Rising, Ford changed the angle of his manual penetration and hit her just right. She bucked, cried out his name. He knew it was a mere touch of what she would have when the orgasm finally hit.

“Here, princess, help me out.” Simon pulled her hand down, started her circling her clit.

Past the point of modesty, she did it without word, without protest, arching into her own touch, moaning as Simon added his tongue to the ménage.

Ford took her hard with his fingers along the ridge of her G-spot. She writhed in ecstasy, outside of herself, overcome. Christ, this was what he’d wanted to give her, a complete unleashing of her inhibitions. A night to make her forget tomorrow, an experience like no other, better than any fantasy.

Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, hands grabbing for the rung of the headboard, her body rising, pumping in rhythm to his fingers fucking her. Till finally she cried out, long, loud, the loveliest wail of pleasure he’d ever heard.

And in there somewhere, Ford was sure he heard his name.

She came apart and couldn’t figure out how to put herself back together again. Her body coiled in on itself, shoving them away until she curled in a fetal ball facing the window.

Two tongues, two mouths, multiple fingers and hands. It wasn’t merely double the pleasure. It was too much, too good, too everything.

She started to laugh, not because she wanted to. She simply couldn’t help herself. Ford flopped down in front of her, stroking the hair back from her face. She’d already memorized his spicy scent. Simon’s was earthier.

“So what was that about the G-spot being a myth?” Simon’s voice rumbled behind her.

Caressing her bare hip, he dropped a kiss on her backside.

“It’s definitely not a myth,” she managed amidst another laugh. Her bones had liquefied, her core imploded, her limbs incapable of movement, and she could sleep for days.

Except that she needed to tell Ford something. After a deep breath, she forced her eyelids open. He was so beautiful up close, right in her face, his hazel eyes flecked with amber, his lashes long. “Thank you.”

“We’re not done.” He smiled. The man had the most adorably wicked smile, lighting a tiny spark in her exhausted, well-used body.

She hadn’t tasted the salty-sweet ambrosia of his come. He was right. They couldn’t possibly be done. Not before she’d taken him on her tongue. “Taste you,” she whispered.

The amber in his gaze outshone the hazel. “I’m all yours.” He took her lips, her mouth, then licked the salt of a tear from her temple. She’d cried as he wrenched that climax from her.

“Not that taste.” She closed her fist around his erection. So big. She wasn’t sure how he’d fit inside her. Yet he had, and she wanted that again. But first: “This taste.”

He smiled again, captivating her. “If you insist, I suppose I’ll be forced to let you.”

Squeezing, she ran her hand once up, once down. His nostrils flared. Rising to his knees beside her, he cupped the back of her head and lifted her to receive his cock.

The first sip of precome was like the finest of wines, sharp, clearing her head, making her crave more.

“Eyes on me,” he murmured, just as he had when he was dressing her earlier.

She sucked hard on the crown, drawing another drop of come, then eased down his

length, taking as much as she could. With the flex of muscle in his jaw, his changing expressions, she relished the sight of how her mouth affected him. Watching made his salty taste and silky texture that much more potent.

God, he was exquisite. Holding her head, he fed her more, touching the back of her throat. There was so much of him