Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3)

She snickered. “If that’s maturity, then I think you have a long way to go!”

“Are you insulting me?” he asked, arching a brow.

“No,” she whispered across his lips. “But I’ll always remember our first time together.”

He would too. They were right out of college, but he couldn’t recall how old they were. He’d been so excited when she said she wanted to see “it” that he’d whipped out his cock so quickly, he hadn’t thought about the consequences.

After glancing down at his size, she’d quietly informed him she didn’t think he’d fit and left him alone in the back of his pickup truck. Her laughter had resounded in the hills as she’d sprinted away.

The memory of her antagonizing him brought a smile to his lips. “You were such a tease.”

“I still am,” she said, sliding her hand over his dick and giving him a playful squeeze. “I wonder what will happen if I take a look at your little man parts now.”

He winked. “I’m pretty sure if you take a peek now, you’ll see things haven’t changed much with age.”

“Let me judge that for myself,” she said playfully, closing her fingers around his girth.

A few tugs and pulls later, he said, “What’d I tell you? Damn thing is forever changing its size.”

“You’re right. That pretty penis still keeps growing every time I come in contact with it.”

“I think that’s a good thing.” A beat later he said, “For the record, Julie, a man doesn’t like to have his dick referred to as a ‘pretty penis.’”

“I didn’t know,” she said, ducking her head under the covers. “Let me get a closer look and see if I can’t come up with a better name for what you have down here.”

“You do that,” he rasped, pushing her head between his legs.

Her tongue whipped around the swollen crest, and he moaned as she consumed him. Thrusting between her cheeks, he wanted to bury himself inside her throat, hump against her chin, and let her have a stout taste of him. “There you go, submissive woman. Please me. If you do, I’ll reward you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

As soon as “sir” fell from her lips, he yanked the covers back and stared into her eyes, watching as her mouth widened as she sucked him. “Good God, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She raised her brows and swallowed, humming against his penis, laving him with an unforgettable delivery, taking her slow and easy time rubbing the texture of her tongue over his opening. The small slit tingled and he longed for release. Her chin dropped and she widened her mouth, taking in his entire size, sucking as she bobbed over him.

“Unless you want to finish me for the night, you’d better stop.”

She rose to the tip and kissed him there. “You making threats, cowboy?”

“Come here,” he rasped, gathering her in his arms.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, kissing him.

While his tongue swirled around hers, he couldn’t help but think about how things had changed for them. Before her accident, he’d wanted a submissive woman in his bed, but he’d wanted her there on his terms. He’d wanted a lover on command, but only when it suited him.

Now, he wanted more.

At one time, hearing her acknowledge that he was her dominant partner meant everything to him. Now, it meant nothing.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit how much he enjoyed hearing her call him “sir,” and he would’ve rewarded her promptly. In fact, that was precisely what he planned to do.

Sitting upright, he pushed her to the bed and let his lips loiter a while. He left his tongue in place, kissing her until he was blinded by the love he felt rising in his chest.

Oh yes, this was what he’d

missed. When Julie went away, he’d felt the void. The little things she did, like taking her time with a womanly kiss, made him long for what he once had, what he always believed he’d enjoy again.

His fingers glided down her sides and across the swell of her breasts. He pressed his thumb to her nipple, dragging the pad across the point, struggling to keep the fire in their kiss burning stronger, lasting longer.