Cowgirls Don't Cry(50)

If that’s true, why did she keep the McKay name?

“Brandt? What’s wrong?”


“Nothin’.” He met her gaze and managed to smile before he placed a tender kiss on her tattoo. “But since I’m down by your feet, that means I’m all done exploring. Unless you can think of a spot or two I missed.”


He waited for her to remind him he hadn’t touched her nipples, and she didn’t disappoint him.

Jessie released the headboard to cup her breasts. “Put your mouth on me here.”


Brandt centered himself between her thighs and lowered his mouth to her left nipple. The peach colored tip was already hard so he began to draw circles around the quivering flesh on her chest with his fingers and his tongue. If he thought she squirmed before, it was nothing compared to how she reacted when he lavished attention on her breasts. Every part. From the nipples to the upper curve to the lower swell. He could stroke gently or pinch the tips with a little force, or nuzzle or softly suckle and she whimpered, moaned and thrashed.

Okay. Loved nipple play. Check.

He scattered kisses up her neck, stopping at her mouth. He kissed the corner of her smile, nipping and licking the seam until she parted her lips. He dove in for a blistering kiss, feeling her hands moving all over him, on his lower back, pressing down as she tried to connect their hips.

He buried his lips in her hair above her ear. “Jess—”


“If this is another warning to be patient…you oughta know I almost came just from you sucking my nipples. When you went down on me? Just thinking about it now still makes my entire groin throb.”


Brandt smiled against her temple. “Throb, huh? So, does that mean you don’t want to show me this super vibrator of yours that can get you off a dozen times a day?”


“Huh-uh.”


“Why not?”


“Because I’m thinking of throwing it out.”


“Why?”


“I’d rather you got me off a dozen times a day.”


“Glad to know I’m a step up from a vibrator,” he murmured.

“You’re ten stories above a vibrator and you know it.” She sighed. “You have a mouth made for sex.

When you kiss me it’s like my brain goes on overload.”


He levered himself over her, watching as her eyes went dark with anticipation. “There’s something else you oughta know about me, Jess.”


“What’s that?”


“I’m a sexual man. I’ll push you, but the biggest thing you’ll need to get used to with me is that I like sex. I like a lot of sex. Once we start this, there’s no backing down. No changing your mind. I will want you morning, noon and night, because you’ve proven you’ve got a pretty magical mouth yourself.”


“Bring it on, cowboy. I’ll have no problem keeping up with your demands. But if you expect I’m gonna be a passive lover, think again.”


Her cocksure reply made his dick jump against his belly. “Bring it on, cowgirl.”


And Brandt continued to focus on her face as he slipped inside her inch by inch.

Jessie wrapped her feet around the inside of his ankles, holding him in place. Soon as her hands landed on his ass, she arched, driving him deeper.

The slow, steady, easy strokes didn’t stay that way for long. She urged him on by canting her pelvis, moaning yes, yes. Brandt forced himself to keep the same pace as he greedily watched Jessie unravel. She held him still with a nail digging grip on his ass as her * spasmed around his shaft.