Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(77)

forefingers, she pulled her nipples and squeezed. A hot line of pain made her gasp.


A brawny hand cupped the back of her neck, bringing her head forward. She opened her

eyes as the head of Bennett’s cock touched her mouth.


He painted her lips with the wet tip. “Relax your jaw. See how deep you can take me on

the first try.” He didn’t wait for her to open her mouth fully; he just pushed past

her lips.


She sucked when the thick cockhead rested on her tongue, wanting that first wholly male

taste of him. She sucked again, harder, attempting to pull more of his shaft into her

mouth, letting her tongue explore the sensitive underside.


Bennett’s hand curled around her jaw. “As much as I love those f*ckin’ sexy little

moans you’re making, you don’t get to direct this.”


Chastised, she peered up at him.


“Goddamn I like the defiant look you’re wearing right now. Like you expect me not to

have enough willpower to stop you.” He shoved his cock further into her mouth, kicking

in her gag reflex. “Wrong. I have more control than you know.”


Her eyes watered as she fought the urge to dislodge the hardness filling her mouth.


“Breathe.” His thumb stroked her cheek. “It’s gonna take some practice for you to

take me all the way.” His blue eyes glittered with lust. “I’m a patient man, but I

can’t wait to have your breath on my belly as my cock is buried so deep in your throat

I can feel your heartbeat.”


That dirty play-by-play absolutely drenched her. Ainsley so wanted to squeeze her legs

together to spread that hot slickness between her thighs. Physical proof she was really

here and this wasn’t just another fantasy.


It wasn’t that she broke a rule; she just stretched the boundary a bit when she curled

her hands around his knees and let her palms slide up his muscular legs until they

reached his hips.


Bennett softly snarled at her. “Just for that, you don’t get to use your hands on my

cock. Only this wicked mouth.” He pulled out and stroked back in, each time coming

closer to the back of her throat.


She closed her eyes, wanting so much to make this good for him.


“Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he warned. “I wanna see liquid running outta

your mouth, making your neck wet.”


Every time she settled into the rhythm, Bennett mixed it up. Thrusting faster if he was

going slow. Slowing down if he’d been using short, quick jabs. Proving to her that he

had all the control.


She loved every second of it. His hand gripping the back of her neck. The hardness of

his cock on her tongue, hitting the roof of her mouth, rubbing the inside of her cheek.


“Play with my balls,” he rasped, “but only my balls.”


The globes were already drawn up when her fingers brushed the seam between them. She

rolled the balls on her palm. Her middle finger slid back to tickle his perineum with

every upstroke of her mouth.


His thrusts all became short and fast.


Ainsley heard that swift intake of breath. The head rested on her tongue. His guttural,

“Suck hard now,” was her only warning before hot ejaculate spurted in her mouth.

“Swallow. All of it.”