The Cowboy and the Cougar (The Cougar Chronicles #1)(4)

"Sugar, you are one sexy lady." He didn’t remove the thong. Instead, he spread her legs, positioned himself between them, and grasped the triangle of red satin. When he yanked it toward her navel, she shuddered. The red string rubbed against her clit and moisture dribbled from her, wetting the insides of her thighs. She groaned.

"Yeah, sugar, that’s it," he said, continuing to slide the string through her wet lips. "Saturate this thong and I’ll suck the string. Then I’m gonna suck you."

Moisture gushed out of her. She knew she was pink and swollen. Her sex cried out for his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his cock. She wanted it all buried deep inside her.

He buried his face between her legs. "God, you smell good." He tugged on the string again and her clit pulsed. When he moved the string over to the side and his fingers grazed her engorged lips, tingles erupted on her skin and her belly fluttered. "I’m gonna suck you now, sugar." His voice had deepened. "I’m gonna eat all that sweet cream out of you and you’re gonna come all over my face."

Sounded good to Holly. She smiled and closed her eyes, but his firm fingers encircled hers.

"No. Watch me." His eyes had darkened to a soft onyx. He was beautiful. Holly didn’t often think of men as beautiful, but this cowboy was.

Hot, sexy and beautiful.

She pinned her gaze to his as his pink tongue snaked over his full bottom lip—a lip that widened into a sexy smile. He flicked that gorgeous tongue over her clit and she nearly imploded. Oh, this was going to be one hot night.

His dark hair fell around his golden shoulders and tickled her sensitive inner thighs. She reached forward and sank her fingers into the thick locks. Had she ever felt anything finer? Fine as Persian silk. His lips curled around her clit and he sucked.

Then she did implode. The climax hit her like a lightning bolt, careening into her, humming through her veins and settling between her legs. He licked her relentlessly as the spasms rocked her body. She fisted her hands in his gorgeous hair and pushed his face farther into her wetness.

When the pulsating began to subside, she let her head sink into the soft mattress. He’d climb up to her soon. Hopefully he’d kiss her, sink his tongue into her mouth so she could taste her own sex mingled with his spicy maleness, and then stuff that beautiful cock inside her.

Instead, he grinned, his chin and lips shiny with her wetness. He ripped the thong off her—who needed it anyway?—and clamped his mouth to her folds again.

"Ah..." The soft gasp left her lips in a whisper. She was near climax again.

"Mmm. You’re so wet, sugar."

Holly released his hair and slid her hands up her soft tummy to her breasts. She cupped them, squeezed them, and plucked at her tight nipples.

When he pushed her thighs forward, exposing even more of her, she twisted her nipples and icy sparks speared through her. One more lick to her clit—pow! She came again, this time with the force of a stampede. Her skin tingled, her heart raced. She moaned. She sighed. She squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts as she came down from the climactic high.

"Mmm," he said, two fingers gently gliding in and out of her heat. "Good, sugar?"

"God. So good."

His fingers slipped from her—oh, the loss!—and he slid forward. He licked her wet curls and circled her navel. He licked her belly, the valley between her breasts. The feel of it was sweet as blueberry syrup.

She sank her hands into his soft hair again. He kissed first one nipple, then the other. He circled the areola and sucked the tight bud between his lips.

"God, I love your nipples."

She shivered, tingled, gasped for air. When he released the nipple, she sighed, but then his lips were on her neck, licking, nipping.

He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and thrust into her.

She widened her eyes. "Condom?"

"Already on," he rasped.

"When?"

"When you...were coming. Ah, God." He pulled out and thrust in again.

Holly dug her heels into his broad shoulders as he f*cked her. He f*cked her slow. He f*cked her fast. He leaned down and kissed her hard nipples. His lips trailed over her cheeks, her neck. Still he f*cked her, and damn, it felt so good, so right.

She grabbed his chiseled cheeks and pulled him to her for a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, dueled, and his soft groans chorused through her like a concerto.

When she broke the kiss to take a breath, he flipped her onto her hands and knees and plunged into her from behind. Ah, the steely hardness of him filling her, the warmth of his strong hands on her hips. He thrust deep inside her and she slid one hand backward and grasped his sinewy forearm. The flesh was so taut she could feel the lines of his muscles. His fingers found her clit and she shattered again, thrusting backward onto him.

"Yeah, sugar, yeah." He rubbed her to completion. "Come for me. Ah, so good."

When her spasms subsided, she leaned forward. He pounded into her once more, holding himself deep inside her. Each pulse of his cock spiraled against her sensitive tissues.

When he released her, she fell forward and collapsed on the fluffy comforter.

Within a few minutes he lay next to her, pushing moist strands of dark hair out of her eyes. His gaze burned into hers.

"Wow," was all he said.

"Double wow," she agreed.

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Up for an encore?"