Sex Addict (Cowboy Addiction 2)

“Of course I do,” she whispered against his lips. “I love it when you’re naughty with me.”

“This has nothin’ to do with us,” he grumbled, sitting up, grabbing her around the waist, and tossing her to the bed, tucking her body under his. Why did women find it necessary to discuss a wide range of topics varying from menstrual cramps to those “how do you feel about me” conversations right in the middle of a thrashing screw?

“Ooh, lover, I like it when you’re rough.”

Kit stared down at the lone person who undoubtedly held his heart in the palms of her tiny hands. It was bad enough that he’d received troubling news, information destined to destroy the relationship they’d built, but to acknowledge the reason why the e-mail bothered him, well, that was another beast altogether.

Holly’s pussy pulsed around his thick penis. “Ah, that feels nice, vixen. Like that. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

Lips thinned. Eyelashes fluttered. She tilted her head and looked at him like one of those vampires on late-night television might, staring at him too intently. Hell, what was she trying to do—glamour a cowboy?

As her expression softened, her cunt embraced his cock, gripping the rigid length with an unyielding flex. “Resist this,” she stated proudly, squeezing him tighter.

“Hell and damnation!” he screamed.

His battle was lost. His cum jetted through his veins, swirling higher as the first spill pulsed at the crest then spewed through the slit.

Her moves matched his. Their bodies jerked together. “Oh dear God, yes!” Now he felt like he was literally knocking on heaven’s door.

His cum shot forward and quickly filled the condom. Still, he banged her, pounding as hard as he could in order to get closer. Ah damn, he needed to go as far as she’d let him, deeper than he’d ever been. He longed to be part of her, hold her close enough so when their time was over he’d never forget.

Her pulsing cunt pumped his dick as he slid back and forth. He lingered between those slick, heated folds. “Hold still.”

Her eyes were heavy then. She stopped all at once. He shoved his penis inside her again, trying to make the final seconds last as long as possible, for it would be their final lovemaking session.

Images rolled through his head like a movie clip. Various scenarios played out in his mind’s eye as he let her abuse the hell out of his cock.

Shit! He didn’t want to think of her with other men.

He screwed harder.

Fuck! He couldn’t stand to think of another man touching her.

He stamped her again, realizing his own strength had begun to deteriorate.

A sudden sigh fell from his lips. He was barely aware of his vocal release as his cock twitched inside her walls. He shivered against her.

Holly’s palms flattened. She smoothed them across his belly then went after what she wanted most. The woman knew how to make a man work for her pleasure and his, but when she was ready to come, an injunction couldn’t restrain her.

“Oh yes, Kit. Right there! Stroke my pussy for me. Ah, Kit. Keep that hard dick right there. Don’t move. Let me get off! Damn you!”

He clasped her hands and kissed her hard on the lips. The kiss wasn’t passionate and meaningful. It was a mad kiss, a kiss to shut her up so he could finish the job, pull out, and go out to the barn and pout.

A man, especially a cowboy like himself, owned that right.

Holly reached between her legs and played with her clit, manipulating the bud under the pads of her fingers. Her long auburn hair fanned around her tan face and she looked sated. “More, baby. Don’t quit on me. I need a good fucking.”

“You need a good fucking?” he taunted her, pulling out an inch or more.

“Yes, Kit baby. Oh yes.”

“Like this?” he asked, giving her a deliberate poke. He wormed his way inside her hot cunt and squirmed around until he was buried balls deep.

“Exactly. Perfect, Kit. Sweet hell. That feels so nice,” she whispered, dragging her fingernails over his chest and shoulders.

“How about like this?” he asked, pulling all the way out and then feeding her an inch at a time—and he had at least ten there to share. “You like that, honey?”

“No, no, no,” she whined. “I need all of you. Stay inside me and fuck me right, tiger.”