Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(80)

She hit the ground like she was sliding bases.


“That’s good.” Colt peeled his jeans down his thighs and his blood-engorged cock slapped his belly. “Like what you see?”


“Mmm-hmm.” India licked her lips.


He circled the tip of his cock around her mouth. “Open. Take it all.”


Her lips parted and she swallowed in a drawn out tease.


“The rest of this ain’t gonna be your pace, it’s gonna be mine.


Fast and hard, Indy. That’s how I’m gonna f*ck your sweet, perfect mouth.”


Her moan vibrated up his shaft.


Colt threaded his fingers through her hair for a decent grip. He pulled out and eased back in. Three, four, five slow thrusts. Once his shaft was coated with her saliva, he increased the pace.


She’d closed her eyes and kept her neck arched at an angle where she could take him deep.


It was a f*cking turn on to watch her. How sexy it was as his cock disappeared between her red lips. How her fingertips dug into his thighs with enough force to leave half-moon shaped marks. How the wetness from her mouth freely ran down her chin and neck. He loved the raw power she had over him in her submission. The occasional scrape of her teeth. The teasing flicker of her tongue.


It was too much. Too good. Despite the cool temperature of the day and the garage, sweat beaded on his forehead and his whole body burned hot.


When his balls contracted, he shortened his strokes and increased the grasp on her head.


“I’m there. Right…now. Oh hell, suck. Suck hard. Suck it all.


Ah. Jesus. Your mouth is so wet and tight…f*ck!”


India held him upright as he came. And came. And when his cock was empty, she licked his softening shaft and nuzzled his balls, bringing him down from the sex high with tenderness.


He looked down at her and touched her cheek. “That was awesome. And I love your obedience. Love it so much, in fact, that I’m gonna return the favor.”


She lifted both pierced brows. “Meaning I get to demand your obedience?”


“No. Meanin’ I’m gonna grab some ropes and see how long you can keep it up.”


Thursday night, the loud click of India’s bedroom door opening echoed in her room. The mattress dipped. “India? You awake?”


“I am now.”


“You probably weren’t even sleepin’, Little Miz Troublemaker,” Colt drawled. “I can’t believe you left a message on my cell phone callin’ me a dickhead.”


She smiled in the darkness. “I knew that’d get you over here in a hurry after your workout with Cam.”


“You pissed off about something?”


“Just that I didn’t see you today.”


“That’s it?”


“And I was lonely.”


He laughed softly. “So you insulted me to get me to come over?”


“Yeah. Might be masochistic, but I do love fighting with you. I love the making up part.”


“Me too.” Colt whipped the covers back. “Especially when you’re already nekkid.”


“All for you.”


“It’s not supposed to be for me tonight, remember?”


“But I missed you. Are you mad?”


“I’m still debating.” His teeth latched onto her right nipple, his left hand circled her wrists and pressed them above her head.