Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(25)

She sucked hard on his nipple as she jacked him. “Tell me what you want, Bennett.”


“Don’t stop. Faster. Yes. Just…like that.” He humped her hand and swore a blue

streak as he came in hot, short bursts.


Ainsley watched his cock as he erupted, feeling a heady sense of triumph. Triumph and

power. And heat. Getting him off had turned her on again.


Then Bennett’s hand curled around her jaw, forcing her head back. His eyes were still

pleasure-clouded when he murmured, “Thanks.”


She playfully squeezed his softening cock one more time just to see that warning look

flicker in his eyes. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”


After washing her hands, she wet a washcloth with warm water, intending to clean him

up. But she handed it to him instead. It seemed too intimate, touching him in the

aftermath.


But she did watch. She’d never known seeing a man handle himself could be so sexy.


He tossed the rag aside. “Did it turn you on, getting me off?”


Was it that obvious?


“Let me take care of you. Let me get you off again. This time with my mouth.”


Her * throbbed a happy yes. It’d been a long time since she’d seen any tongue

action. A really long time. But she also knew Mr. Charming and Persuasive Bennett would

push for more if she gave in without restrictions. “You are such a silver-tongued

devil.”


“Is that a yes? You want me to prove how well this devil can use his tongue?”


“Of course it’s a yes…just as soon as you put your clothes back on.”


That stopped him short. “What? Why?” His mouth remained pursed, intending to argue.


“Is that a problem?”


“Not at all.”


“Not at all…what?”


“Not at all, Ma’am.”


Yeah, she was totally loving this power thing.


She sat in the armchair, watching him get dressed. Such a pity to cover up that

magnificent body.


His smooth movements belied the annoyance in his eyes. His boots barely made a sound as

he crossed the room. Her heart thumped when he dropped to his knees.


They stared at one another for a very long minute.


“Take off your panties.”


In one fast, and hopefully sexy move, Ainsley whisked off the g-string.


Then Bennett circled his fingers around her ankles just above her shoes. His hands

glided up her shins, over her knees and up the inside of her thighs. He tapped the

outside of her hips. “Scoot down so I can reach all of you.”


That’s when she panicked, the reality of her wet sex up close and personal in Bennett

’s face, as well as her fat white thighs, rounded belly and big butt. Shoot. Maybe she

should insist he shut the lights off.


“You want a play-by-play?”


Bennett’s voice startled her. “A what?”


“Do you want me to talk about how badly I want to bury my face in your *? Of how

perfect and sweet it tastes? How f*ckin’ hot it is that you’re so wet?”


Instead of purring, Oh yeah, you can keep up that sweet dirty talk all night, she let

her confusion show. “Why would I want that?”