Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(116)

she took his entire length.


He held her head in place and said, “Swallow.”


Her throat muscles constricted around the head and he groaned.


“Again.”


Ainsley exhaled and swallowed twice in rapid succession.


“Christ that’s good. Enough.” Bennett slowly eased back. “Suck me hard.”


Her hands clamped onto his butt cheeks to bring his body closer. His balls bumped her

chin. Then she started to suck.


Bennett broke that tight suction each time as he pulled back until the rim of his cock

scraped against her teeth. He permitted her to moisten her lips before he slid his

shaft in, again lodging his cock in her throat. “Ah, f*ck. I could watch you all

night. You’re hot as fire on your knees with my dick filling your mouth.”


She looked up at him. Not feeling passive, but powerful.


“So pretty.” His fingers lovingly mapped every plane and angle of her face. “So

obedient. Make me come, angel.” He kept his hands on her cheeks as he pumped in and

out of her mouth with short, fast jabs.


Ainsley worked the tip, flicking her tongue beneath the head as she sucked in

opposition to his thrusts.


His hands tightened, his breath quickened and he made a guttural sound as he came in

hot spurts.


A haze of satisfaction coursed through her as she swallowed. She kept tonguing and

sucking until he squeezed her jaw, forcing her to release him.


Bennett slumped against the wall with a heavy sigh.


She remained on her knees, running her fingertips up his naked flanks as she nuzzled

his belly. Enjoying touching him.


“Ainsley,” he said in that sex-roughened voice. He wrapped his hands around her

biceps and brought her to her feet. His gaze was firmly fixed on her mouth. “I love

seein’ your lips lookin’ so shiny and full after you blow me. It’s goddamn sexy.”

He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. Twice. Then he murmured, “Get your

vibrator.”


She hesitated long enough that he quirked the one eyebrow that said, Why you still here

questioning me? and she hustled to her bedroom nightstand.


Since Bennett hadn’t specified which vibrator, she chose the most basic silver bullet

model. She returned to the living room to find he’d rearranged the furniture, placing

a straight-backed kitchen chair across from one of the green parson’s chairs. He’d

yanked up his jeans and kicked off his boots. His posture as he rested his backside

into her couch might’ve been standoffish—arms folded over his chest—but the heat in

his eyes nearly set her clothes on fire.


“Underwear off. Pantyhose off.” He grinned ferally. “But go ahead and put them high

heels back on.”


After she strapped on the heels, he held his hand out for the vibrator and pointed to

the kitchen chair.


“You know what I’ve been thinkin’ about since I saw you up on that stage, looking so

damn professional in that sexy-assed skirt?”


Ainsley shook her head.


“How much I wanna see your hand up that skirt getting yourself off.” He studied her.

“Have you ever done that? Been so horny that you had to take care of yourself in your