Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(37)

straining in her neck.


Her jaw clenched.


He brushed his lips over hers. “This would be a good time to practice that honesty

thing, bein’s you ain’t goin’ nowhere unless I let you.”


“Fine. My whole neck is super sensitive. One touch on it, one whisper across it and I

’m a mass of goose bumps. So when you kiss my neck like you were? I feel like I could

come from just that.”


“And that’s a problem…why?”


“It’s embarrassing.”


“Huh-uh. Try again.”


“My head gets fuzzy. It makes me…”


“Lose control. Guess what? That’s exactly what I’m tryin’ to do. Because control is

mine, not yours.”


Ben slid his hand between her legs. Swirling his middle finger in her juices and

following the seam of her sex up to her clit. He rubbed the tiny nub until it plumped,

her escalating moans urging him on. Then he went in for the kill, suctioning his mouth

to her throat as he shoved two fingers into her wet *.


Her body jerked like she’d stepped on a live wire.


He felt the vibration of her scream beneath his lips and a jolt of male satisfaction

hardened his dick. She was so damn responsive. He imagined spending all night teasing

her, driving her to the pinnacle and then kicking her over the edge. Some other time,

since he was chomping at the bit to f*ck her.


When the tension left her body, he donned a condom. He untied her legs and kneaded her

calves. “Any numbness?”


“No.”


Releasing the straps, he perched on the edge of the bench. Grasping the backs of her

thighs, he pulled her legs straight up and placed her ankles on his shoulders. When he

widened his knees, her * and her * rested against the base of his cock. He

twisted his hips, grinding his cock against those hot spots.


She pressed into him for more friction and her eyes fluttered closed.


“Eyes open,” he said curtly, waiting until she complied. Then he gradually fed his

cock into her, until he was buried to his balls.


“See how I’ve positioned you? So I can f*ck you as deep as possible? So you can’t

touch me? So you can’t touch yourself? You are totally at my mercy. Your body, your

pleasure all belongs to me.”


Tight, wet warmth surrounded his shaft. “Squeeze my cock with those cunt muscles as I

pull out.” The increased pressure around his dick felt amazing. “Again.”


After the third time, her surprised, “Yes, more,” as he withdrew made him grab a

handful of ass and hike her pelvis higher. No easing in—he bottomed out on the first

thrust.


She arched hard, and turned her head with a drawn out moan.


“Eyes. On. Me.”


A bit of defiance showed in those hazel depths when she looked at him.


He answered her unspoken question. “Why? Because I want you to see who’s f*cking you.

Who’s making you cry out. I want you to see who’s in charge.” Ben plunged into her

again.


Moisture trickled down his spine. Her chest turned slick with a sheen of sweat. Her

breathing became labored. When he kicked up the pace, he wanted to come so bad his