Cowgirls Don't Cry(101)

His hips pumped up, which meant he was ready for the next phase of seduction. She slowly kissed her way down the trail of dark hair running along the center of his belly.

“Jess. Fuck.”


“No f*cking yet. I want you in my mouth for a little while first.”


He groaned.

She smiled. She let her breath tease the purple crown of his cock before she swallowed him to where her right gripped the thick base. She didn’t move, concentrating on the heat and the hardness and the taste of this intimate part of him.

Brandt didn’t buck his pelvis, or grab her head, or ask for her to finish him. He allowed her to do what she wanted, despite the rapid beat of his pulse in the vein running up the length of his dick, a vein that pulsed so sweetly against her tongue.

Jessie took her time, using all the tricks she’d learned about him that made him moan or twitch or curse. She stopped teasing him and lifted her head. “I’m giving you two choices.”


“Which are?”


“I suck you off. Or…”


Just a tad impatiently he demanded, “Or what?”


“We do something new.”


He waited.

“What’s your dirty girl fantasy, Brandt?”


“What do you mean?”


“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do to a woman but you’ve never tried?”


His gaze skittered away and then back. “Why are you askin’ me this?”


“Because I wanna fulfill that dirty girl fantasy, Brandt. I wanna do the one thing for you that you’ve never had the guts to ask any other woman.” She suckled the head of his cock while keeping her gaze firmly on his. “Tell me. Anything you want.”


“Anything?”


“Yes.” When Brandt squirmed, she knew this was stepping far outside his comfort zone.

Good.

“Tell me,” she repeated.

He reached down and traced her jawline, from the front of her temple down to the tip of her chin.

Then he swept the rough pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “I wanna come on your face. I wanna see my come coating your lips before you lick it off and swallow it all.”


Holy crap that was a hot request. Really hot. Especially coming from a cowboy gentleman such as Brandt McKay. She smiled and licked another pearl of pre-come from the slit in his dick.

“Okay.”


“Just like that? You’d say yes?”


“Yep. So where do you want me? On my knees between your legs, sitting on the floor? You’d probably have better aim if I was on the floor.”


“I know more than you do. When Samantha lived with Drex, she talked about turning the boy over to his father’s family so she could be free. Most the time she was so wasted she didn’t remember she even had a kid, let alone knowing how to take care of him. Get used to him being around permanently, because she won’t want him back.”


“That’s enough.” Brandt didn’t look away from the woman when he spoke to Jessie. “Jess. Go.”


A million thoughts spun in her head as she reached the checkout line. Obviously the woman knew Landon. But not as well as she knew Landon’s mother. How much of what she’d said was true? Had Samantha just been biding her time? Brandt hadn’t said anything about his jail visit with Samantha, but Jessie knew the visit had upset him. Had Samantha already told Brandt she didn’t intend to take Landon back?