Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(55)

“I will stop if you don’t obey me, Cash.”


“I’ll obey.”


“Good boy. Hands by your sides.”


He clenched his fists by his clenched thighs.


She nuzzled the hair covering his sac. “How is it you smell so…sweet right here?


When you’re all hard, tough male?” Her hand slipped up the inside of his leg. Then she cupped his balls and rolled them between her clever fingers.


Cash didn’t move, but his cock twitched again.


Gemma sucked both balls into her mouth and made an, “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm,”


noise. Her tongue flicked over the globes, between, and she sucked again. The very tip of her wet finger lazily stroked the sensitive strip of skin behind his sac. Then it slowly slipped back to the puckered hole. Drawing ever-deeper circles into that sensitive knot of nerves. One push and her finger breached the tightly muscled ring and was inside his back channel.


“Goddammit I shouldn’t like that but I do.”


She made another, “Mmm,” vibrating noise with his balls in her mouth as she pumped her finger and stroked another hot spot deep inside his ass.


He groaned.


By the time she released his nuts, they were drawn up tight against the base of his cock, hard as walnuts. She zigzagged the tip of her tongue up the vein throbbing in the center of his cock. Warm, wet flicks bathed the head. She stroked his interior walls and her finger thrust hard one last time before it slid out. Then she moved his shaft aside with her chin so she could nuzzle his groin.


“I love, love, love the way you smell. I’ve barely started tasting you and my panties are already soaked.”


“Gemma—”


She slapped his other thigh. “Are you supposed to be talking?”


He shook his head, but he knew she couldn’t see him in the inky blackness.


“I’m tired of talking too. Especially when my mouth can do things to you, and to this bad boy, that will make you my love slave. Forever.”


His heart shot into his throat as she deep-throated him.


Man. He’d never get used to that silky wet heat. A cool rush of air. Another warm wave as she pulled his cock in deep again. And again.


Fuck. It was like being in heaven and hell. He never wanted that sublime sucking to end as much as he couldn’t wait until he reached the glorious end.


He felt Gemma’s hands clamped around his hips. Her thumbs stroked his hipbones, in a gentle erotic arc, an opposite sensation of the hard and fast and—Christ almighty—


wet, wet, wet feel of her mouth bobbing on the entire rigid length. And the occasional scrape of her teeth as she released his cock an inch at a time, the little tease.


She slowed her rapid strokes to suckle just the knob. Her lips tightened around the head of his cock and that nasty, sexy tongue flicked his glans until his legs threatened to give out. He bumped his groin into her face, urging her to take in more of him.


“What did I tell you about trying to bang your hips closer?”


“Please.”


“So you do know the magic word,” she murmured against his abdomen. Once again she sucked and licked and drove him to the brink, then retreated to lap at the crease of his thigh. “You taste all musky and yummy here.”


“Gemma, doll, please. Finish me off.”


“I love making you squirm.”


“Goddamn, you’re good at it too. But I can’t stand much longer.”


“Then come in my mouth this time.”


When she’d given him head in the past month, he’d always pulled out at the moment of truth and come on her tits or her belly or in her *.


Thinking of his cock pumping his seed over her tongue and feeling her swallowing part of him seemed more intimate that the act itself. He usually avoided that portion of blowjobs and the women he’d been with hadn’t cared.


Until now.


“Cash?”


“Okay. But I’m gonna need to put my hands on your head.”


“Whatever you want.” Then her greedy lips parted and she took him in all the way.


He grabbed her hair. “Open wider.”


She did.


“Get me wet with that hot f*ckin’ mouth.”


She made slurping sounds and sexy moans as his cock tunneled in and out.


“Suck harder, JESUS, just like that. Fuck, Gemma. I’m close. Tilt your head. Hold on.” He shoved the last couple inches until he felt the tip of his cock hit her soft palette.


He roared as his balls lifted, and streams of come poured down her throat as he kept her firmly in place and pumped his pelvis.


Even through the dull roar in his ears Cash heard Gemma gulping. After the last spasm, she slowly released him from the haven that was her mouth.


She stood and pushed him back, because he lost the ability to stand.


Maybe his knees were buckling in shame.


Yeah. Bet her late husband never grabbed her by the hair and f*cked her face like a savage beast. He didn’t know what the hell had gotten into him.