Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(38)

balls f*cking hurt.


“Are you ready to come, Angel?”


“Touch me. I can’t—”


“You will come. Without me touching your clit. Without kisses or whispers in your ear.

Without me suckling your nipples or biting on your neck.” Right after he said that,

goose bumps covered her skin. “But you love the thought of that, don’t you? Me

sucking on those hot spots that make you tremble. Make you scream.”


Ben pulled out halfway to stroke his cockhead against her inner * walls. “Arch

your lower back.” He rocked that G-spot, squeezing his fingers at the root of his

shaft into a makeshift cock ring. He felt her body go rigid from neck to chest to belly

to legs in anticipation of the orgasm. He rasped out, “Bear down.”


She unraveled. Her muscles spasmed around his cock and a long, low pitched wail

distorted the air, competing with his grunting breaths and the hard grinding of his

teeth.


When the last pulse faded, he unleashed his control and f*cked her without pause. Each

stroke bringing him closer…and closer. He roared when his balls emptied, each pulse

better, hotter than the one before. “Fuck. Fuck!” He closed his eyes and let go.


A cramp tightened his palms. The sexual fog lifted from his brain and he opened his

eyes. Ben glanced down, seeing he still had a death grip on her butt. He moved his

hands to circle her ankles, resting above his shoulders. Keeping his gaze on hers, he

kissed the inside of her calf.


The hazy look of pleasure had softened her face. Although she deserved a break, he

couldn’t allow that. He needed to keep her in the post-orgasmic state a little longer.


Ben carefully set her feet on the floor. He ditched the condom and knelt by the bench.

While he untied her arms, he fed her sweet kisses and murmured against her skin, until

she released a contented female purr.


He tilted her head back and peered into her sex-sated eyes.


“Get on the bed, Angel. We’re not done.”


Chapter Seven


Ainsley blinked at him. “What?”


“Get on the bed. Now.”


Okay, so there wasn’t after sex cuddling. But it’d be hard to complain after Bennett

had thoroughly rocked her world.


Three times.


Talk about a rush, a total mind blower, how completely freeing it was to be tied up.

Not to have to worry where to put her hands on his body. Or if she should be touching

him more. Or mirroring the way he touched her. Or if she’d lose it when he found her

sensitive spots. Which he had. In record time. Oh boy, she couldn’t believe she’d

come so hard just by him—


“Angel,” Bennett said sharply. “Are you listening to me?”


His handsome face swam into view. She smiled dreamily. “You are so good looking. Even

when you scowl. I just want to lick you all over.” She touched the deep cleft in his

chin and swayed closer to him. “Would you let me lick you here?”


Strong fingers circled her biceps. He studied her face, a cross between delight and

pride dancing in his blue eyes. “Christ. You really are sex drunk.”


“If I’m sex drunk, it’s your fault.”