Bounty (Colorado Mountain 7)

With the feel of that, the depth of his kiss, the taste of him, I whimpered into his mouth as my pussy quivered in a dangerous way that communicated I hadn’t gotten myself any in a long time, I was being kissed by Deke, Deke, so things needed to progress fast and they needed to do that immediately.

I bucked my hips, and Deke, so Deke, rolled us to give me what I wanted.

Me being on top.

I broke the kiss, lifted up astride him and whipped my camisole off, tossing it aside.

I barely felt the material leave my fingers before he knifed up, his hand winding in my hair.

He pulled it back roughly, arching my spine, and I had a moment out of the moment as I remembered the last time someone pulled my hair.

I was instantly back in the moment when I felt Deke cup my left breast from the bottom, lift it, then latch on with his mouth and pull.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, the electricity shooting from nipple to clit not a tingle. It was a full-on charge and it was not stopping.

I twined my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, feeling his beard graze the sensitive skin of my breast, all of that making me squirm against the hard cock I felt pressing through his shorts, my pajama shorts, right at the heat of me.

“Deke,” I whispered.

He released my nipple but grunted, “Give me the other one, gypsy.”

I moved faster than I’d ever done, taking one hand from his hair to cup my own breast, lift it.

He wrapped his lips around it and sucked deep.

“Yes,” I exhaled.

He gave a soft yank at my hair and I arched further for him, shoving my nipple deeper into his mouth. Deke rewarded me by rolling his tongue around my nipple, then sending a reflexive buck through my whole body as he bit lightly, then he again pulled it in deep.

“Honey…” It was a plea but I didn’t use more words.

I told him what I wanted by rubbing hard against his cock underneath me.

I was ready.

I needed him inside me.

He released my breast, cupped the back of my head and lifted his up, his mouth coming to mine where he again kissed me, hard and wet, deep and long, before he abruptly surged up, taking me with him.

He dropped me on my back perpendicular on the mattress and a slither of panic hit me when he backed off the bed, taking his feet at the side.

What was happening?

Was he going to do another walkthrough?

Now?

He bent over, gripping me behind my knee. I cried out softly as he dragged me so my ass was to the edge of the bed.

No walkthrough.

Thank God.

He shifted both hands to my shorts, and I gasped, feeling my pussy spasm as he tore them with my underwear down my legs.

Then I watched play out the sexiest five seconds of my life.

This being Deke dropping to his knees at the side of the bed, tossing one of my legs over one of his broad shoulders, clasping me behind my other knee and pushing it wide and high, and bending to me.

After that I saw nothing because his mouth was working me and my eyes closed, my head dug back into the bed, and I pushed with my heel into his back to lift my hips deeper into his mouth.

I should have known with the way he kissed he’d know how to do this.

And fucking hell, he knew how to do this.

I was panting, undulating my hips against his mouth, close and getting closer, when his hand behind my knee slid down the inside of my thigh, his other hand curled over my belly honing in from above. And then I felt him shove a finger inside me at the same time he worked my clit with his thumb and finally, I felt his tongue thrust into me.

He finger and tongue fucked me at the same time and I didn’t even know you could do that.

But that was only a vague thought that flitted away almost before I had it.

No.

I had no thoughts.

I was nothing but cunt and clit and what Deke was doing to them.

“Honey,” I panted.

God, I was going to get there. Deke taking me speeding there with terminal velocity.

I reached between my legs, skimming my fingers against his bearded cheek. “Deke.”

I didn’t know if it was a plea or a warning.

Deke took it as a warning because suddenly his mouth nor fingers were between my legs.

I opened my eyes, righted my head, was about to protest but looked up and saw him standing colossal like a mountain man god by the side of the bed.

And then I saw him pull his shorts down.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Got a condom, baby?” he asked, his voice thick, rough, his body moving.

Fuck!

“No,” I told him, mind scattered, attention on his body, the shadow of his cock, his movements toward me and the hopes that my answer would not end things prematurely.

We’d get creative.

Hell, to get an orgasm from Deke, I’d kick the shit out of creative.

He bent to me. Shoving an arm between my waist and the bed, I was up against him. He put a knee in the bed and crawled into it, over it, dropping me to it and him to me, giving me substantial weight as he reached over the side.

Then his weight was gone from me. He was up on the bed on his knees, one on either side of my right thigh. He had his wallet. Then he tossed his wallet. Then I heard foil tearing.

And after that, I watched the second sexiest five seconds I’d ever seen.

Deke on his knees in my bed rolling a condom on his thick, long cock.

I was salivating and trembling and completely at a loss of what to do because I wanted my hand wrapped around his dick. I also wanted my finger at my clit. I further wanted his nipple against my tongue, his hair in my hands, his mouth on mine…it went on to infinity.

I didn’t get the chance to decide. Again I had his arm around my waist and I was up, swung around, my legs automatically circling his hips as he twisted us so he was facing the headboard, I had my back pointed that way.