Sex Addict (Cowboy Addiction 2)

Kemper was helping her act out her defiance. He was the rebel with a cause, and she’d benefit from his actions all because she challenged and dared him, hit a nerve guaranteed to send shards of pleasure straight through her body.

Oh sure, she wanted to show them what she liked. Then again, they already knew. This little fiasco was for a greater purpose. She needed to come, and so far, they’d supplied the tools to provoke pleasure but hadn’t used what they had to bring about her complete satisfaction.

She planned to change that unfortunate problem, starting now.

Her thighs parted. Kemper’s twitching fingers slid higher. He wiggled them inside her cunt, churning the digits around and around. At the same time, he used his pinky and raked the tip around her puckered hole, her rectum practically burning for penetration.

“Perfect,” she whispered, bumping against his chin a couple of times before reminding herself to stay calm. If he thought she was ready to ride out an orgasm in the middle of Kit’s questioning, he might not permit her to take the climax she barely held at bay.

“And what did you say about a man getting his mouth in there?”

“A woman wants a fellow who can deliver oral sex like he’d fuck her. She wants him to be enthusiastic about it. She wants him to eat her up like her friends have probably told her he might—see, women always lie about that.

“When their girlfriends ask if a guy is good in bed, they’ll say yeah or no but if someone asks about oral, they’ll say, oh God yeah, he goes at me like I’m his personal helping of sweet vanilla pudding.

“Most of the time it isn’t true. It’s rare when a woman is lucky enough to find a man who likes eating pussy as much as he likes to fuck. When she finds him, very often, he owns her. He grabs her from the first moment he dips his head between her legs and she’s his until the day he either stops giving her head or she finds someone better at the licking game.”

“That’s an interesting theory,” Kit said, clearly hard.

“You must’ve enjoyed it,” she said tilting her chin toward his groin. “You’ve got an erection.”

He stuffed his hand down his pants and situated the problem. Good God, she was envious of that man’s hand. She’d like to be pulling at his cock, pressing her thumb across the slit, and pumping him until his cum slid over her fingers, his release filled her palm.

“Fact is, only one man has done that for me,” she said, studying Kit while understanding Kemper would see that as a challenge.

Kit’s shoulders went back, and he chuckled. “Don’t listen to her, Kemper. She’s playing you.”

Kemper bit at her clit then, holding the bud under fire. He flicked the tip of his tongue around the little button, nipping at the point over and over again, sucking and tantalizing until she could’ve come on contact if he’d only penetrated her at the same time.

His fingers went to work as well. He grabbed hold of her breast and pinched her nipple. She shoved his hand aside and guided him lower, willing him to open her lips and expose her.

Kemper’s tongue found its place, and she resisted forcing a faster pace, awaiting the perfect opportunity to ride out her long-awaited orgasm. Afraid to compliment him, too frightened to moan, she gripped the leather pad, her nails biting into the thickness.

Her juices pooled at her folds, and Kemper learned from her coaching—not that he needed all areas of his pussy-eating skills perfected. He dipped his tongue lower, and his nose tipped her clit as his mouth consumed her opening. His full lips completely consumed hers.

That’s when she completely lost her will to restrain herself. Holly knew from past experiences—sometimes a woman just had to get off while the getting was good.

And she’d be damned if she’d lose a good thing coming.

* * * *

Her juices were hotter than lava. Kemper licked her pussy until he fully absorbed the intoxicating fragrance of her building desire.

Kit would throw a memorable fit since she hadn’t ask for permission to come, but after she issued a challenge, acting as if he didn’t please her when he stretched out between her legs, he was determined to prove her wrong.

It was a man thing.

Now the pleasure enjoyed was a woman thing.

Holly jackknifed. She grabbed hold of his head and rode his mouth, practically forcing him to stay between her legs as she used his ears to guide him. He’d never felt anything like it as she yanked him away from her body, stared longingly into his eyes, and then slammed against him again, forcing his lips against hers.

He buried his mouth inside her, shifting his head from side to side as he ate her pussy, licked up her sweet taste. And she abused the ever-loving hell out of his face.

Her body bumped against him. She positioned her palm next to her hip and threw herself into a rolling maneuver, rocking back and forth as she held his chin against her body and just took whatever she wanted.

“God almighty!” Kit yelled in the background, probably as turned on as he was considering this was an unstoppable act no one had the power to pause.

Fuck! He’d pay a whole lot of money to ram his cock inside her right then. His dick pulsed with torturous longing that started at his balls and worked its way up the entire shaft, cresting at the tip.