At the Cowboy's Mercy by Emma Jay Read Free Book Online Page B

his hand against the small of her back, pulling her closer and opening his mouth over her lace-covered breast. The sensation of his tongue and the lace on her tender flesh, and then the gentle suction of his mouth, sent heat thrumming between her legs, so intense she wanted to slide her hand inside her panties to ease the ache.
    He turned his head to her other breast, this time pulling down the cup so his rough stubble scraped her tender flesh. She tightened her grip on his wrists as he suckled, then dragged his teeth along her nipple. He released her with a pop and looked up at her.
    "What about pussy? You okay with the word pussy?"
    She nodded--or shook her head, she couldn't be sure, but she didn't have much control of her body. All she wanted was for him to touch her. She pushed his hands toward the waistband of her jeans, hoping he'd get the message.
    "Say it," he urged, his breath cool against her wet nipple.  
    "Pussy," she managed.
    "Tell me what you want to do to your pussy, Kennedy."
    "Touch it. I want you to touch it. God, Luke, I want to come."
    He chuckled. "So soon?"
    Bolder, she pushed his hand to the fly of her jeans. "Make me come."
    "Tell me to touch your pussy."
    "Touch my pussy, God, Luke."
    He released her to grab the fly of her jeans, and with a tug, opened it. For a moment, she feared for the age-weakened denim, but then he thrust his hand inside and dragged his touch over her wet flesh, and...
    She sagged so that her knees dug into the insides of his thighs when he clamped his mouth over her breast and pushed two fingers, knuckle deep, into her.   Aching, she rolled her hips into his touch, wanting a release of the tension coiling inside her. She curved her fingers around the back of his head, holding him to her breast.
    Despite her grip, he pulled away, mouth and hand. "I want you to ride me."
    She swayed a bit, bereft without his touch, and scared as hell to be on top. She wasn't the most experienced when it came to sex, and he wasn't a small man. While his hips were narrower than the rest of him, he was just, well, big. But her needy body was desperate to get him inside her, so instead of answering, she reached forward and popped the buttons of his shirt, baring his chest. God, what a sexy chest, manly with the light brown hair over strong muscles and a few scars. She dragged her fingers through his hair, pushing him back on the bed as she did, and popped open his fly. His cock strained against the fabric, making it difficult for her to work the zipper, but she managed, taking the jeans and the boxer briefs down his thighs. She stopped mid-strip and curled her fingers around his thick length, savoring the heat and strength beneath her fingers. The curved smooth head beckoned her. She licked her lips and slipped them over the tip. His fingers dug into her shoulders, but she wasn't sure if he was trying to push her away or gain control of himself. Then he lifted his hips and she opened her mouth wider to take more of him in. The taste of him filled her, his scent surrounded her, making her hotter to feel him inside her. Her panties were already drenched. She slid her tongue along his length, savoring the texture of his cock, learning his pleasure spots. He pumped gently into her mouth a few times, then pushed harder at her shoulders.  
    "Not like this, not this time," he said. "Take your clothes off."
    She straightened and stripped off her t-shirt while he watched, then unhooked her bra. She toed off her boots before peeling down her jeans and panties in one movement. The scent of her own arousal filled the small space. He finished removing his own jeans, rolled on a condom, then moved back farther on the bed, hands folded behind his head.  
    Taking a deep breath, she knelt on the bed, a knee on either side of his thighs.  
    "Tell me what you want to do," he urged as she moved up his body.
    "I want to ride you."
    "Do you want me deep inside you?"
    Why did his words turn her on so much? Her eyes