Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(90)

bare ass. “I know what you want, Bennett. Take it. Take me.”


Ben rose to his knees, primal need clawing at him. “Roll over and grab onto the edge.

”


As she maneuvered herself into position, he shoved the pillow under her hips and

snagged the lube. He scooted back and placed a kiss on each butt cheek. The pounding of

his heart rivaled the sound of the driving rain. His hands shook as he removed the butt

plug.


He added more lube to the stretched anal opening and coated his cock. He couldn’t

watch the head of his cock breaching that tight pink pucker, but he could feel the mind

blowing contraction of the muscle as pushed his shaft in without pause, until he was

balls deep in that untried channel.


She reared up.


He pushed her flat to the table with his body, curling his hands around hers on the

edge of the pool table. “Jesus. You’re so f*cking tight.” His mouth brushed her ear.

“It’ll get better.” He canted his pelvis, slid out a few inches and then back in.


“How do you know it’ll get better? Have you had a dick in your butt?” she demanded.


Several booms of thunder rattled the windowpanes.


Ben sank his teeth into the skin at the base of her neck, feeling her tremble beneath

him. “And what if I said yes? Would you believe I wouldn’t put a sub through

something I’m not willing to have done to me?”


“I’d say that’s not an answer.” She hissed when he withdrew, resting the cockhead

just inside the opening.


“You’re bein’ kinda mouthy for a woman pinned to a pool table with her Dom’s cock

filling her virgin ass.” Ben slammed back in fully.


Ainsley gasped.


“You said you wanted this. You said take me. That’s what I’m gonna do. Take you. My

way.”


Her fingers tightened beneath his as she braced herself.


Ben started f*cking her. Slowly. Steadily. Trying to keep as much of their skin in

contact as possible with each stroke. Despite the chill in the room, he was sweating.

He whispered, “You feel so goddamn good.”


The wind whistled and shrieked. Sheets of rain pelted the windows.


He withdrew and plunged in deep, aware of Ainsley’s changed breathing pattern. Aware

of her conflicting feelings of agony and ecstasy. “You like this.”


No response except for a grunt.


“Admit this was another of your dirty fantasies. Bein’ made to enjoy havin’ a cock

in your ass.”


“Yes, okay? Happy now?” She bucked against him, which shoved his cock deeper into her

glove-tight channel.


Ben chuckled. “Very happy, angel.” That’s when he f*cked her hard. His hips slamming

into her backside. His toes cramped as he used the inside ledge of the pool table to

propel himself into her faster until he reached that point of no return.


He came in a head roaring rush.


She followed right behind him, her inner muscles clamped down as she humped against the

pillow.


They stayed like that—sweaty, panting, sticky, spent—for quite a while.


What a great way to start their weekend.


Late Sunday morning Ben rolled over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. “Hey,