Hillbilly Rockstar (Blacktop Cowboys 6)

Two steps later, her backside connected with the edge of the piano keys.

His mouth attacked her throat. Shivers radiated out from every spot where his lips and teeth landed. His hands followed the curve of her body, over her br**sts and belly to her hips. And still Devin said nothing as he yanked her skirt up and her panties down to her shins.

Her thighs clenched when he dropped to his knees in front of her.

Devin pushed her hips down and her ass landed directly on the piano, creating a loud musical crash. He tugged her forward so her pu**y was level with his mouth. The tips of her booties barely touched the floor; she was completely off balance. Her palms smacked the keys—the high and low notes jarring the silence at the first touch of his mouth on her molten core.

He removed her panties, spreading her legs wider. His growl reverberated on her sensitive tissues when he jammed his tongue into her wet pu**y. Harder and deeper with every plunge.

Liberty gasped. She let her head fall back, squeezing her eyes shut as his greedy mouth consumed her. Licking. Sucking. Nipping her tender flesh.

She didn’t stand a chance against Devin’s relentless pursuit of her orgasm. Her clit swelled and throbbed as he sucked that little nub until bliss teased the edges of her sanity.

When that first pulsing throb started, she yelled, “Yes, yes, yes!” Her hips pressing up, her ass hit the keys in a dissonant chord as Devin tried to hold her down. They engaged in a war of wills: Liberty arching and bucking for more contact with his mouth, Devin denying her. Giving her the orgasm on his terms.

And holy f**k, what an orgasm it was.

She hadn’t caught her breath or her balance before Devin started in again, pushing two fingers into her spasming cunt and driving her higher with every precise lash of his wet tongue.

Almost . . . almost. There.

She arched back, letting the pulsating sensation consume her body and own her soul. Her whole body twitched with aftershocks, her palms pushing into the piano keys, making softer sounds of dissension.

His callused fingertips scraped the tops of her thighs as he dragged an openmouthed kiss down the inside of her right leg. He rolled to his feet and yanked her against him, fisting his left hand in her hair as he plundered her mouth.

She loved kissing him after he’d gone down on her. Tasting her essence on his lips and tongue mixing with his raw, masculine flavor.

Liberty flattened her palms on his chest and moved them down to the bulge in his jeans. He groaned when she popped the button and undid his zipper. Sliding her hands around his slim hips, she pushed his jeans and boxer briefs until they dropped away.

While she fondled and freed him, he kept kissing her, either on her mouth or on her neck, keeping the passion between at the same exhilarating level of intensity. She’d gone from having a performance high to being one hundred percent high on him.

He removed a condom from his front pocket and pressed it into her palm, then wrapped his hands around the back of her neck. Breathing hard, his body shaking with need, he rested his forehead to hers.

Liberty tore open the package and curled her fingers around his shaft, jacking him a few times.

He hissed but didn’t pull away.

And she was too impatient to tease him. The instant the condom was on, Devin turned her around. He swept her hair to her opposite shoulder, feathering his lips over the cord that stretched from behind her jawbone to her shoulder.

A soft moan escaped her. His sweetness in passionate moments stirred her as much as his dominance.

Then his big hand pressed the middle of her back, urging her to bend forward.

She reached for the only thing within distance—the piano—and the keys made a discordant racket as her fingers fought for purchase.

With a sound akin to a snarl, he placed her left hand on the top of the upright piano, curving her fingers around the edge. He stretched his arm over the top of hers, his fingers circling her wrist. Holding her in place. Proving his power and control.

Keeping his right arm around her hip, he slid his boots between hers and scooted her foot out, widening her stance. Then his hand was on his cock. He dragged it down the crack of her ass, then slipped it between her thighs, letting the tip glide up her wet slit until the head bumped her clit.

Just as she was ready to beg him to f**k her, he poised that thick head at her opening and fed his c**k into her inch by inch.

Once he was fully seated inside, he paused.

Devin nuzzled the back of her head. His lips found the top of her ear and he brushed a line of kisses down to the hollow below her earlobe. His rapid breaths flowed across her damp skin, making every hair on her body stand up.

In one breath-stealing moment, he pulled out and rammed his c**k back in fully.

Her right hand, still on the piano keys, shifted, playing higher notes as she braced herself against his pounding thrusts.

Devin’s body covered hers so intimately that although she was almost fully clothed, she felt the heat of his possession searing her flesh clear down to the bone.

Needing another contact point with him, Liberty turned her head, and his lips grazed her jaw, sending new shivers rippling through her.

The tremors coming from him surprised her.

That’s when she recognized he’d reached the edge sooner than he usually did. She also knew he’d hold back, waiting for her to come again, even when she’d already had two explosive orgasms.

His grip tightened on her hip and on her wrist. When he slowed down, she squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. He made a soft grunt and pumped into her with short, shallow jabs.

Against his lips, she whispered, “Let go. I need to hear you roar.”