Dirty Toe Drag (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 6)

He shakes his head, cupping my jaw. “I am downright certain there is nothing hotter than you, my love.”

Wes then presses his lips to mine before pushing me back on the bed. I undo my shorts just as he yanks them down with my panties in one fell swoop, even over my boots. “Talented.”

His chuckle runs down my spine as he lifts one of my legs, finding the zipper to my boots. With his eyes on me, he unzips them, trailing his thumb along my leg. Once he has one off, he goes for the other. But this time, instead of his thumb, he uses his tongue, making my pussy clench in a way I’ve never experienced. I feel it, everywhere. The desire, the need…it’s overwhelming. My boot hits the ground as he goes down on his knees. He brings me to the edge of the bed and drops his mouth between my legs, and I cry out so loudly, I even surprise myself. But in my defense, I can’t help it.

His tongue is rough against my aching pussy. He laps at my lips, tracing his tongue along every inch of me. When my legs start to shake, he takes them, putting them over his shoulders and moving his tongue between my lips again, teasing me. I cover my face as I moan, hissing out a harsh breath when he opens my legs farther and runs his tongue along me. He starts at my entrance, swirling his tongue there, lapping up my desire, before dragging his tongue up and finding my pulsating clit. There is no controlling myself at this point. I squeeze his head with my thighs as he assaults my clit, licking it, flicking his tongue along it, and sucking it into his dangerous mouth. I tangle my fingers in his comforter, and I feel I might rip it as his tongue ruthlessly taps against my clit. I find myself screaming his name as he sends me over the edge and into the unknown.

“My God,” he mutters against my pussy. I’m pretty sure that’s my line, but there are no words being formed at this moment.

He drops kisses on my thighs and then leaves a kiss at the top of my pussy before climbing up my body. His mouth licks, sucks on various parts of me, but I’m so lost in my orgasm, I can’t even tell what he is doing. I only feel him. His heartbeat pounding against my skin.

He kisses my jaw and then my cheek before rolling off me. I open my eyes to see a gorgeous view of his toned ass as he reaches into his nightstand. When he rolls back, he’s pulling on a condom before throwing the wrapper on the nightstand. He looks back at me, and I smile as I run my fingers along his hip.

“I really don’t know how I landed you.”

My smile grows brighter. “It was the black eye.”

He laughs as he covers my body with his, running his hands down my sides, over my waist, before tilting my hips and pressing his own into me. I lick my lips as I watch him guide himself inside me. Each inch is hard to take, but I welcome it. He’s the biggest man I’ve been with, but maybe he’s right and I’ve only been with boys.

When he is deep inside me, he meets my eyes for reassurance, and I nod. “Don’t you dare stop.”

His eyes dance, his grin grows as he slides his hands under my shoulders and brings them up so he can hold my head. He presses his lips to mine, devouring me as his cock throbs inside me. He tears his mouth from mine, lifts himself up, his hands at my armpits, and starts to move into me, ever so slowly and cautiously. It’s beautiful and sweet, but I have wanted this for way too long.

“I want it harder, Wes.”

His eyes widen a bit, but then this unbelievably wicked grin spreads across his lips. “Harder, you say?”

I nod, and he moves back onto his haunches, pulling me so close, my ass is almost on his thighs. He takes my hips into his hands, and he drives himself into me. Perfectly hard. “Yes,” I cry out. “Yes, Wes. Fuck me, yes.” I moan with every thrust. Each one so much deliciously deeper than the last. I arch my back, running my fingers through my hair as he pounds into me in such a fulfilling way. I’m lost in the sensation, in him. When I open my eyes, I find him watching me. Sweat along his brow, his jaw, and his eyes are dark and possessive. He bites his lip as he fights his release, I know not wanting this to end.

Because I sure as hell don’t want it to.