Page 44 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

The words made Bree pulse in pleasure.

The woman slid her hand down to Bree’s waistband. Bree felt it, told herself to move away. But suddenly Tina’s fingers were there—right there—her hand caressing Bree’s wet valley. Bree moaned. It’d been so long, so damn long since someone had touched her there. And she wanted that touch, damn it! Tina kissed her again—harder this time, only to draw back, her tongue lapping at Bree’s lips as her finger stroked her clit.

Pleasure.

Oh, Jeez, it felt so good to be touched by someone.

Tina’s hand lifted, tugging the other side of her shirt down and working Bree’s nipple, her teeth gently nipping the hard end, the pressure sending darts of excitement down her body.

What am I doing? screamed a voice.

But then Bree gave up. It happened just like that. One minute she was resisting and the next she wanted to be fucked by Tina, by anyone, by anything.

Tina lifted her head, her mouth moving closer and closer.

Bree kissed her, opening her mouth and giving Tina her tongue, loving the flush of excitement that zinged down her body as she sucked on the woman’s hot flesh, loved mimicking the motions of Tina’s finger as she glided her hand along Bree’s slick, hot valley.

And then Tina was gone.

Bree opened eyes she hadn’t even known she’d closed, about to protest, only to realize Tina had gone down on her knees, her hands peeling Bree’s jeans down.

Where was Trent?

She shouldn’t . . .

But Bree had been so expertly aroused, so thoroughly turned on that when Tina encouraged her to pull one leg out of her jeans, she did as she asked. She wanted that hot mouth on her. Wanted Tina to suck her off, wanted so many erotic, naughty things that when she felt the first brush of the woman’s tongue, she nearly came undone. And she wanted Trent here with her.

“Oh, shit,” Bree thought she groaned, but she couldn’t be sure, because she was so busy spreading her legs, she could barely concentrate.

“Mmm,” Tina moaned.

Lights flashed behind Bree’s eyes.

The woman tongued her again.

“Oh, Jeez.” Bree panted.

The woman used her mouth to fuck her deep and Bree was beyond caring that it was a woman who gave her such exquisite pleasure. She spread her legs as far as they would go, angling herself to give Tina better access. The blonde was an expert. She knew exactly when Bree was on the verge of orgasm, drawing away at just the right moment, then coming back for more. But Bree wanted it all. Now.

Tina must have sensed that because she stood suddenly, Bree meeting her kiss with an open mouth.

She almost climaxed right then. God, the taste of herself, Tina’s face so slick with Bree’s own cum, the smell was everywhere. She wanted to lick it all off. She kept lapping at the sticky wetness, wrapped her lips around Tina’s tongue and worked it like it was a hard cock, wanting to get every last drop of her juices off. Shit, she even tried to undo Tina’s pants so they could rub their clits together.

“No,” Tina said, dropping down her body. “I want you to go first.”

“Yes,” Bree said breathlessly. “Oh, yes.”

Tina went in deep—over and over and over again, then going deeper still. She pulled back with a gasp, saying, “Give it all to me, Bree.”

All of what?

“Please,” the woman begged.

And then she knew—she knew what Tina wanted. And it would feel so good. So fucking good. . . .

Pleasure, such incredible pleasure. Spasms contracted her vagina as an orgasm began to build.

“More,” Tina ordered, and sucking sounds filled Bree’s ears.

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