Devil in Texas (Rugged and Risque 1)

He was very careful with her. The position he’d opted for kept him in control of how deeply he moved inside her. How hard. How fast.

As much as she appreciated his concern for her, his caution, Liza was just about ready to pull out all the stops and do whatever necessary to get him to lose his tight control.

And then, with his gaze still locked with hers, he thrust deep into her and she screamed. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. His thick cock filled her completely, stretching her. He withdrew slightly, not pulling all the way out, and then thrust back in. The strangled sounds that escaped her parted lips were unfamiliar to her. Sharp breaths, half-moans, partial whimpers, strained cries. The ecstasy overwhelmed her. He quickened his pace, driving a little harder with each buck of his hips.

Things in her head got a bit fuzzy. She left behind prim and proper Elizabeth and let a more carnal part of her take over. What Jack did to her was the most amazing thing she’d ever experienced. The fingers that were curled around his neck pressed a little harder into his skin, a silent plea to give her everything he had. His cerulean eyes deepened in color. His face was tense with arousal, his breathing labored.

“You might be getting more than you bargained for,” he said in a low voice.

“Let’s hope so.”

He thrust deep. “Jesus, Liza,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good…”

“Fuck me, Jack,” she said, desperate to feel him quicken the pace. She pulled away the leg that rested on his shoulder, forcing him to give up his controlled position. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his hips and ground herself against him. She rocked her hips, lifting them so she met him thrust for thrust, helping to increase the tempo.

“This is what you want?” he asked as his cock hammered into her, hard and fast, making her moan and whimper again.

“Yes,” she said, her back arching, her hips moving in time with his. “Fuck me hard.”

A low, guttural grunt fell from his lips. His head dipped and he caught a nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Liza still wanted more. He seemed to know it. Jack shifted on top of her and unwrapped the legs from his hips. He hooked his forearms under the backs of her knees and spread her wider as he fucked her harder. Faster.

“Oh God.” She gripped the rumpled sheets at her sides. Her gaze was locked on the very spot where Jack’s body joined hers. She watched as his thick cock pumped in and out of her pussy, jarring her body, making her breasts sway. She cupped them in her hands, tugging on the nipples, keeping them hard.

“That makes me hotter,” he said as he watched her pleasure herself.

Then he dropped one leg and used his thumb to rub her clit, intensifying all the sensations inside of her until they converged and she cried out again as she came. Harder than ever before.

As her pussy contracted around him, he said, “Oh yeah, darlin’. Squeeze me tight.”

She did. Her slick cunt held him inside her until a strangled cry fell from his lips as he came too. His body convulsed and shuddered, his erection pushing further into her as she milked him. Small tremors still flitted through her and her hips remained lifted off the mattress as she held on to the orgasmic sensations flooding her body.

When the climax finally ebbed, her body lowered to the bed. Jack leaned over her, breathing hard.

“Now that’s what I’d call being thoroughly fucked,” she whispered in his ear. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight.

Liza had been right all along. The sexy cowboy was the perfect man to clear away those cobwebs.

Chapter Six

Jack stared down at her, his gaze intense, his jaw set. He was still inside her and she continued to clutch him tight, unwilling to relinquish her hold on him.

“That was unbelievable,” she said. “Every single minute of it.”

“You’re okay, then?”

Liza laughed. “What a question!” She was better than okay. She was…liberated!

Jack rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She straddled him and sat up. “Oh. My. God.” She sighed. Then, staring down at him, she asked, “Don’t I look okay?”

He studied her for a few moments. Unexpectedly, he sat up and gripped her hips to keep her in place. “You look stunning.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m probably a rumpled mess.” She didn’t need a mirror to view the evidence of their lovemaking. She was sure she was completely mussed, with tousled hair and pink patches on her chest from her excitement. And maybe a purple mark here and there on her neck from where Jack had nipped playfully at her.

Dropping kisses along his temple and forehead, she whispered, “Seriously, that was fucking hot. All of it.”

“Hmm,” he whispered back as his hands moved from her hips and caressed her sides, her back, her ass. “That was just my warm-up act.”

Her cheeks flushed with heat. But miraculously, she flirted back. “You wouldn’t tease a girl, would you?”