Breakfast with a Cowboy by Vanessa Devereaux Read Free Book Online Page B

he
sucked on her nipples and then she felt him rubbing her clit. She peeked, she
couldn’t help it.
    “You cheated.”
    “Sorry.”
    “So what do you think of the double play.”
    She relaxed back some more as the tip of his
sheathed cock circled her clit.
    “And no cheating again, by which I mean you’re to be
honest when you’re getting close to coming.”
    “But I’ll want to do that.”
    “Nope, missy, you don’t, not yet.”
    How could she stop him when she was getting close to
a climax?
    He sucked hard on her nipples, all the time while
pushing his cock up and down on her clit. She stirred, feeling something
brewing. She bit her lip. She couldn’t cheat twice in one evening.
    “I’m…”
    Getting
closer and wanting to go there.
    “You’re what?”
    “I’m almost having an orgasm.”
    He stopped abruptly.
    “Can I at least open my eyes?” asked Josie.
    “That you can do.”
    He pushed her legs apart some more and got between
them, holding his dick and teasing her pussy opening with it.
    He slid it in, just a tad, then took it out and then
repeated his action.
    Who would have thought she had some many pleasurable
nerve endings near her entrance? She bit down on her finger, feeling like she
was going to have to cheat.
    “You are giving yourself away.”
    She knew what he meant. She could feel her juices
pumping from her.
    “Quinn, just let me come, please, please.”
    He ran his finger down her belly and then stopped
everything, no touching, no teasing, nothing.
    “You’re a cruel cowboy.”
    “Am I?”
      His cock rigid and hard. She wanted all of it inside her,
but he sat looking at her.
    Shit, she needed to climax. The whole thing had put
her on the verge of a migraine. If he wouldn’t take her over the edge, she’d do
it herself.
    Sliding her fingers down her belly, she delved deep
into her folds and fingered her clit.
    “That’s cheating again, but it’s turning me on big
time.”
    She strummed her clit, lifting her butt up and down
to create more friction. She groaned; she was getting closer and closer. Quinn
slapped her hand away and the next thing she knew he was deep inside her,
causing her to almost come that second.
    “You are going to come with me buried in that cute
pussy of yours.”
    She pulled her legs up, crossing them at the ankle
and set them on his butt as he pounded into her.
    “Harder, much harder,” she whispered.
    He did just that, almost sending her body sliding up
toward the top of the bed. She put her hands on the headboard and rode him as
he thrust deep.
    Quinn had been correct. Damn, this cowboy was right just
about everything. Her climax was building like never before. Guess the waiting
had been worth it. Lowering her hands, she dug her nails in his shoulders,
feeling her approaching climax take hold of her legs, even her toes, but most
of all, her pussy.
    She screamed and almost sat bolt upright, wishing
all orgasms could be like it.
    “Quinn?”
    “Um.”
    He was panting, breathing hard. Then she felt a gush
inside her and he set his head upon her chest. She ran her fingers through his
hair. She’d like to stay here in this exact spot forever.
    ****
    He not only knew how to make love to a woman, he
knew how to make a mean plate of pancakes too. Huckleberry
syrup to boot. She’d never had it before, and it, like this cowboy, was
something she was hooked on.
    They’d ridden into town so he could show her around.
The look of pride on his face as they walked down Main Street was obvious.   And who wouldn’t love to shop with the
backdrop of mountains to the left of them. It had obviously snowed up in the
higher elevations during the night, because their caps were tinted white.
    “Best muffins and doughnuts this side of the
Continental Divide,” said Quinn, stopping to look in one of the windows filled
with cakes and pastries. He waved to someone inside and an older lady waved
back.
    “You said you read a lot, but your library’s only
open one