Cowboy Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy: F#cking Jerk 1 by Tawny Taylor Read Free Book Online

That heat swirled around and around, like a massive whirlpool, funneling to my center where it pounded and throbbed.
     
    “Oh God.” I hooked my fingers, digging them into his shoulders, and rocked my hips up to grind against his leg. But that pressure and friction was only making things worse. My pussy was burning. I needed it filled. Now. NOW.
     
    “Easy, baby.” He slid one hand under my skirt to cup my wet, hot crotch through my underwear. “Damn, you’re so wet.”
     
    Burning. I was burning up. I shuddered. “I didn’t want to do this,” I mumbled as a brief moment of clarity struck me. But his fingers started moving, stroking my labia, and poof , my thoughts vanished. I was no longer a rational woman. I was a quivering mess of need.
     
    “I missed you. I know I fucked up. I’ve lived with the regret all this time, never thinking, never hoping I might get a second chance.” His fingers hooked around the crotch of my panties and then there was a swift jerk.They tore away, and a delicious breeze chilled my pussy for a split second. But that relief didn’t last long. The wicked, cruel man kissed a path down my body before stopping at the apex of my thighs. With his fingers, he parted me, opening me up.
     
    And with his tongue he conquered me.
     
    I was his.
     
    To kiss.
     
    To lick.
     
    To take.
     
    He brought me to the verge of climax with that terrible, naughty tongue.
     
    But then he stopped, leaving me to teeter on the edge. I wanted to cry.
     
    I lurched upright. “What the hell are you doing?” I tore at his shirt, shoving it up to his shoulders. “What are you doing to me?” I clawed at his smooth, warm skin.
     
    He angled back slightly and stared into my eyes. “I’m giving you a chance to change your mind.”
     
    “Change my mind? Why would I do that?”
     
    “After what happened before…” He shoved his fingers through his hair, messing the adorable waves. “I really fucked up. I know I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I mean that. I really, really fucked up.”
     
    “We were both young then. Immature. But that was then. And this is now.” I unzipped his pants and stuffed my hand down them. His cock fit in my palm just as well as it did all those years ago. And I knew it would fit somewhere else just as well, too. I tightened my hold on his thick erection. “Does this say ‘no’ to you?”
     
    “No, it doesn’t.” He cupped my face and smashed his mouth over mine. This kiss was hungry and demanding. Not sweet. Not gentle. Nothing like the first one. It was a possession. A domination. Fierce. Feral. Unapologetic.
     
    It made my bones melt and my head spin and every nerve in my body zap and buzz.
     
    He pushed me down and climbed on top of me, his hips wedged between my thighs. Oh yes, that felt so good. So right. Trapped beneath him. Unable to move. Unable to breathe. His mouth devoured mine while my body softened, contouring to his. My nipples hardened, poking against his smooth, bare chest.
     
    Now I wasn’t just physically invested in this; I was emotionally invested too. He’d said he was sorry. He’d admitted he’d messed up. He was looking for the chance to make it all up to me. He’d thought about me all this time.
     
    And yes, I’d never have admitted it before now, but I’d thought about him too.
     
    Now, here we were. Years later. Kissing as if those years had never passed. As if we were still those two lonely kids, looking for a connection, for love, to fill the void in their lives.
     
    Maybe Aunt Sandee had known about Clay and me. Maybe she’d planned this all along, knowing we’d be forced to come to terms with our past. Maybe she knew it was worth it, to get a second chance at what we’d failed to find then because we weren’t ready at the time.
     
    I was ready. For love. For commitment. For everything that came with those things.
     
    Wasn’t I?
     
    Yes. Sure.
     
    The thick ridge of his erection grinded against my