Stud in Texas (Rugged and Risque 4)

“Darlin’, you make me hard in a heartbeat.”

She licked him again. Then she stripped off her blouse and bra. She stood and worked the fastenings on her jeans, toeing off her boots at the same time.

Sam pulled a condom from the front pocket of his jeans, and she grinned at him.

“I like that you’re prepared.”

“Didn’t think we’d be able to keep our hands off each other,” he told her.

“And you were right.”

Seconds later, she was naked. Sam yanked apart the line of buttons on his fly. He wore loose boxers beneath. Sky straddled his lap.

He dropped the condom on the end table and then his hands roamed her body. He cupped her breasts and suckled her nipple.

Sky’s head fell back, her spine arching. He drew her other nipple into his mouth, then he rolled both of the taut peaks between his fingers and thumbs.

Her pussy ached for him and she rubbed herself against his erection.

Sam grunted. He skimmed a hand down her stomach and massaged her clit with his thumb. She lifted slightly off of him, and he eased a finger inside her.

“Already wet for me,” he murmured against her breast.

“Yes.”

He stroked her inner walls while the heel of his hand rubbed her clit. His mouth was alternately on her breasts again. His free hand kneaded an ass cheek.

Desire skittered through Sky and her breathing picked up. Sam worked a second finger into her pussy, and a throaty moan fell from her lips.

Her fingers combed through his hair. She kissed his forehead. His temple. Inhaled his manly, earthy scent—the cologne she’d come to love mingling with his heat.

He stroked a bit faster, and her hips jerked.

“I’m going to come.”

Her soft panting filled the quiet room. Lust pumped through her veins, making her skin tingle.

Sam curled his tongue around her nipple, and that was the last straw for Sky. The erotic sensations inside her swelled and burst wide open.

“Sam!” She came on a powerful rush of passion and exhilaration.

He withdrew from her and hugged her tight. Her breasts pressed to his chest. Her face buried in the crook of his neck.

She muttered against his throat, “Feel free to do that to me every night from here on out.”

“That specifically, or am I allowed to change it up?”

“Let me rephrase,” she said, her breathing still heavy. “Feel free to do whatever the hell you want to me every night from here on out.”

He chuckled. “Good to know. I have plenty in mind.”

A wicked thrill chased down her spine. “I’m sure you do.”

She lifted her head and kissed him. Then she reached for the condom and tore the packet open. She maneuvered his cock through the opening of his boxers and rolled the latex down his thick shaft. She guided the tip along her labia, back and forth.

Sam groaned. “Stop teasing me.” His tone was dark with need.

Sky’s hips pressed down, and he sank into her. She took him all the way in and rocked with him, slowly.