Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(48)

“I’m ready. Don’t wait. Please.”


Cord gritted his teeth, aligning his cock to slide into her tight, warm channel an excruciatingly inch at a time. Once he was fully seated, sweating, breathing like a winded horse, her hands broke free from his hold and clutched his ass.


“What? Stop?” He eased back to look at her face.


“Don’t go slow for me.”


“AJ. I don’t know if you’re ready for—”


“You said you wouldn’t deny me anything. I’m asking you, no, telling you, Cord McKay, give me that dark passion I see burning in your eyes. I’ve earned it.”


He leaned down until they were nose to nose. “You remember you said that when I’m ridin’ you hard. When I won’t let you up until I’ve had my fill.”


She slapped his ass. Twice. “Stop talking.”


A snarl left his throat. He plowed back into heaven. Plunge. Retreat. Sweat poured down his body as he f*cked her. His eyes never left hers. “Too much?”


“More.”


“You little minx.” Cord unwrapped her legs from his hips, placing her ankles on his shoulders, so the backs of her thighs were pressed up his chest. He rolled his hips and drove deep.


AJ gasped.


He trapped her hands above her head, forcing a deeper angle. The sounds of slapping flesh ricocheted as Cord pushed her harder and higher. When her orgasm loomed, he twisted his pelvis so his pubic hair abraded her clit. She began to whimper. “Send us both over the edge.”



“Then kiss me.”


“After. I’ll knock your teeth out if I kiss you now.”


“Do something,” she wailed. “I need your mouth on my skin.”


Her plea nearly undid him. Without decreasing his strokes, Cord brushed aside the damp hair by her cheek with his chin. He placed his mouth over her ear and sucked.


“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” Her whole body stiffened as her * crimped around his cock like a metal vise.


His balls tightened and long, hot pulses shot out, pulses that didn’t seem to end. A tingle raced straight up the center of his torso from his dick to where he felt her teeth sinking into his throat.


When he quit moving she moaned, “Don’t stop, I’m coming again, there, like that.”


Cord felt another set of rhythmic pulls and stayed with her until the final vibration.


He brought her legs down to the rug and lost himself in the sweetness of her kisses.


AJ didn’t push him away. She seemed content to kiss him, caressing the planes and angles of his face. Running her fingers through his damp hair. Squeezing the muscles in his back and arms. Not only did she enjoy touching him, she understood he craved the closeness in the aftermath of loving.


When his sweaty skin began to cool and she shivered, he looked at her and saw a smirk. “What?”


“If that was my penalty for being late, I can pretty much guarantee I won’t be on time ever again.”


Cord laughed.


She outlined his mustache and goatee. “Can I ask you something?”


A tiny bit of unease made him tense up. Was she going to grade him on his performance? “I guess.”


“Is sex always like this? Needy, hot and out of control? Because I’ve had three outstanding orgasms and I’m sore, but I can’t wait to do this with you again. Does that make me some kind of a slut? I look at you and want you like a drug?”