Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
She parted her legs, and my hips dropped into the cradle between them. My bare cock slid over her damp sex, and I nearly came again. Because I suddenly wanted to thrust into her. Bare. I didn’t get STDs, but humans had conversations about protection for that. Pregnancy, too.
My dick spurted pre-cum at the thought of her pregnant with our pup.
Patience. I had to have fucking patience. I could use a condom, protect Lyssa. Let her know I thought of her safety and needs in all things.
“Me neither,” she admitted.
I kissed along her collarbone, promised myself I’d count and lick every freckle she had later. “I’m not a player,” I added. “I just felt a genuine connection the minute I met you.”
Like a permanent, fated bond.
I cupped her breast. “This pretty thing and her twin are makin’ it hard for me to think.” I brought my tongue to one nipple and swirled around the dark brown areola.
Her eyes flared wide for a moment, then she laughed. Her fingers buried in my hair. “Don’t think. Just suck.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed. I licked and sucked her nipple into a stiff peak, then switched to give the other one the same attention. The whole time, my cock throbbed, balls blue and aching. Pre-cum leaked onto the covers between her legs.
“Tell me three things about you.” I kissed down the soft plane of her belly, stopping to swirl my tongue in her belly button, then moved lower.
“Three things?” Her voice rose in pitch like she wasn’t used to having the attention turned on her.
I teased the tip of my tongue between her labia, directly above her clit, without making contact with it. “Three things, and then I’ll make you scream.”
She wriggled beneath me, trying to get closer to my mouth. “Three things,” she panted. “Um, okay… I have a sister.”
“Doesn’t count. I already knew that.” I kissed the apex of her slit and teased the opening once more with the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t get enough.
She let out a little warbling breath. “I, um, suck at making cookies.” She giggled.
“Nope. Knew that, too. Are you holding back from me, Lyssa?” I pulled one of her labia into my mouth and sucked before I released it with a pop.
“I’m a special effects designer!”
I gave her a generous lick, parting her and dragging my tongue all the way up. “Special effects? Impressive. That’s one. Now two more.”
“I love ice cream.”
“I’ll accept that one if you tell me your favorite flavor, too.” Mine was my mate’s pussy.
“Mint chocolate chip.”
“Noted. What else?”
“I, um, haven’t had sex in two years.”
“Oh, baby. Thank you for sharing that. I will make this worth the wait.” I went to town on her pussy once again, licking, sucking, tracing around her inner lips. I got the little nubbin of her clit between my lips and suctioned onto it.
That was how I earned my first scream–in her bed. I shoved two fingers into her and stroked her inner front wall–just behind her clit at the same time to bring her to orgasm. She clenched around my fingers, her delicious juices dripping into my palm as her ass squeezed so tight her hips popped off the bed. I kept sucking her clit the entire time.
“Good girl,” I praised when her thighs stopped shaking, and she sank into the bed.
“Oh my God, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m earning my right to be between your legs, baby.”
She let out a laugh-sob. “It’s good. So good.”
I crawled over her. “Tell me three more things.”
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head, her hands coming to my chest. “Your turn. Tell me three things about you.”
I kissed her neck then pushed back to sit on my heels to grab the condom. As I worked it on, I shared, “Okay. Here are three quick facts about me. One–licking your pussy is my new favorite thing. Two–I’m a ranch hand at Wolf Ranch, which is about two hours from here. And three–it’s time for you to take a cowboy for a ride.”
8
EMMA
“Whoa,” I sputtered when he hooked an arm around my back and flipped us, so he flopped back onto the bed, and I was over him, straddling his hips. I had to laugh at how easily he maneuvered me around. Grabbing the base of his latex-covered dick, he gave it one slow pump.
His hand stilled as his gaze raked up my bare body to meet mine.
We stilled. Stared.
Hot Cowboy wanted me to take him for a ride. This was straight out of a fantasy. The kind Lyssa usually enjoyed, and I only got to hear about afterward.
She had an entire box of unopened sex toys I’d embarrassingly found tucked under the bed. She had to have been a rep for an adult store or something to have that much paraphernalia. I wished I had the courage to pull them out and suggest Johnny and I use them, but I didn’t have any experience with toys. He also didn’t seem to need them.