Miss Firecracker: Wild West Boys, Book 2 by Lorelei James Read Free Book Online

breath and Blake started in again. He scattered kisses up the inside of her thighs.
    The second time he brought her to orgasm with two fingers pumping in and out of her wet pussy as he suckled her clit. She’d gripped his head and ground her sex against his face. Blake’s possessive growling noise set her off as fast and loud as a Black Cat firecracker.
    Willow flopped back on the mattress and briefly contemplated crossing her legs to give herself time to recover. But Blake would see that as a challenge.
    Warm kisses danced across her belly. “Good mornin’, sunshine.”
    “Morning? I thought it was night because that last one seemed to last forever.”
    “You still haven’t screamed my name yet.”
    She snorted. “I could barely remember my own name, let alone yours.”
    “And yet, I’m not offended by that. Think you can take one more?” he asked and then sucked her right nipple into his mouth.
    “Oh. I love that.”
    “I noticed.” Blake peeked at her from beneath lowered lashes. “If you’re on top I can suck on you like this as you’re riding me.”
    He looked so earnest, yet afraid she’d say no. Delusional man. “Get a condom.”
    His dimpled grin could prove to be her downfall.
    She perched on the edge of the bed, lusting over the muscles rippling in his butt cheeks as he crossed the room. Man. He had the nicest derrière she’d ever seen up close. Then he turned and she caught her first good look at his front.
    Holy moly.
    Last night he’d kept his lower half shadowed, denying her the chance to touch him. Blake was such a Boy Scout he’d probably worried she’d be leery of his generous…attributes. It’d become obvious when he’d started working all that hot maleness inside her that he was big. Very big. And whoa—no complaints from her on that front.
    She pointed to the condom in his hand. “Are you going to let me put that on?”
    He tossed the package to her. “Have at it.”
    “Get on the bed.”
    Blake stretched out and his feet nearly dangled off the edge.
    Willow had forgotten the steely, yet velvety soft feel of a cock in her palm. And what an outstanding cock. Wow. She could barely wrap her hand around the girth. She squeezed his shaft, sweeping her thumb under the cockhead.
    He watched her from beneath hooded eyes.
    She ripped the package open and wasted no time rolling on the latex. She placed her knee by his hip and swung her other leg over so she straddled him. “Now you’re at my mercy and I can do whatever I want. And I’ll start—” she leaned forward and spread her hands across his chest, “—right here. Mmm. You are so beefy. Do you work out a lot?”
    “Not much else to do in Sundance, Wyoming,” he said dryly. “But yeah, I’ve been working out more than usual lately.”
    Willow refused to break the mood by asking about his job situation. Or if working at night freed up his days for time in the gym. “Being muscle bound looks good on you. Very good.” Using the tip of her finger, she traced the funky star tattoo on the right side of his chest. “How long have you had this?”
    He flexed his pectorals and the star moved. “Not quite a year. It’s great isn’t it? She’s very talented.”
    She peeked up at him. “She?”
    “Remember I told you about my cousin needing a kick in the pants? His wife India owns a tattoo studio in Sundance.”
    Willow outlined the design with her tongue. Thoroughly.
    Blake groaned.
    While she ran her hands up and down his biceps, she sucked his nipples. Blake arched into her for more contact.
    “Please, Will. Sink down on me. I wanna be inside you.” He wrapped a flyaway tendril of her hair around his finger. “Next time you can play as long as you want.”
    She pushed back on her knees and reached for his erection. Once they were aligned, she lowered slowly.
    “That’s sexy as sin, watching you take me deep.”
    “You sure do fill a girl up. Oh yes—” she threw her head back, “—right there. I like this