Corralled (Blacktop Cowboys 1)

After she’d situated herself, Hank shucked off his clothes and rolled on a condom. He sat on the chair and scooted it between her knees.

Lainie’s glistening sex was at his mouth level. All soft and pink and wet. When he ran his index finger through the slippery folds, Lainie’s body jerked. The china tea set wobbled on the end of the buffet. “Hank. What are you doing? I don’t want to break—”

“You won’t. As long as you stay still while I’m tasting my fill of your sweet, sweet pu**y.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am. Call it a test.” Hank had to know how far he could push her.

“A test? So you’re not going to let me come?”

“Why wouldn’t I let you come?”

“Because you know how much I thrash around whenever that wicked mouth of yours is sucking between my legs.”

Hank grinned. “Oh, you’ll come. Remaining still when you come? That’ll be a challenge for you. Think you can do it?”

Her uncertainty disappeared and her stubborn chin notched higher. “Yes.”

“There’s my girl. Now lift.” Lainie carefully placed her palms flat by her hips and pushed up. Hank’s hands slid beneath her ass and he angled her lower half so it was barely resting on the edge of the buffet. Then he bent his head and licked her.

Her hips jerked and the china rattled.

He warned, “Steady,” and lapped at her slit from bottom to top again.

Lainie gasped, but didn’t make any sudden movements.

He licked the salty-sweet proof of her desire, tongue swirling through those petal-soft folds to the entrance of her sex. He suckled her pouty pu**y lips. Flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue and plunged it deep into her channel, bathing his face in her essence.

Hank dragged openmouthed kisses up the inside of her thighs. “I was starving for a taste of you, Lainie. I could spend an entire day right here, with my face buried in you.”

“I wouldn’t survive. I-I can’t hold out much longer.”

Neither could he. His c**k dug into his belly. His hands were cramping from the grip on her ass. Plus, he had a lot more in store for her tonight. He fastened his mouth to her clit, alternating hard sucks with butterfly flicks.

Her breathing changed from slow and steady to ragged bursts. Her legs trembled. He squeezed her ass in warning when the candlestick started to wobble.

“Hank. Please.”

The continual strike of his tongue on that spot did the trick. Lainie gasped, but otherwise held herself still as the orgasm rolled through her.

Hank swallowed the sticky sweetness, prolonging her climax by keeping his mouth sealed to her cunt. He looked up, her naked body motionless after the last pulse ebbed.

Lainie’s eyes smoldered with an intensity that would’ve hardened his c**k if it weren’t already as rigid as a steel beam.

He couldn’t f**king wait to plow into her. Sate the hard edge of his lust within her softness.

She kept staring at him. Her chest rose and fell with every jagged breath. “Let me down. Right now. Let me touch you. I’m dying to put my hands all over you—”

Hank stood and kicked the chair out of his way. He plucked her off the buffet so fast the candlesticks tipped over and clanked into the tea set. But he didn’t give a damn if the things shattered; he couldn’t see beyond the red haze of want need want need looping in his brain.

Her legs circled his hips and she was kissing his neck frantically. Hot, wet, hard love bites that sent chills skittering down his spine.

He debated laying her across the dining room table as he nailed her from behind, but he wanted those abundant curves wrapped around him. “Hold on.” He sat on the dining room chair. “Hook your feet into the bottom rungs.”

She kept her hands on his shoulders and her knees wide. He aimed his cock, sliding the head through her wet folds before thrusting up and seating himself completely.

Fuck, that was good. He suppressed the urge to ram into her until those gripping cunt muscles clamped down and sucked every ounce of seed from his balls. His body craved that rush. The completion of mating. Hank had to rein the impulse in sharply or it’d be over before it began.

Give her control.

He kissed the graceful sweep of her collarbone. “Fuck me, Lainie. Fast. Slow. Easy. Hard. Dirty. Sweet. I don’t care. You’re on top. You’re in charge.”

Her supple lips and moist breath tortured his ear. Tingles raced from his nape straight down to his sac. “I wonder . . . can you stay still while I’m riding you?”

Cheeky damn woman, turning the tables on him. “Whatever you want.”

“Mmm.” Her teeth nipped his earlobe. That sassy tongue soothed the sting. “Will you really let me f**k you my way? Or were those just the pretty words of a man desperate to get off?”

“I am desperate, but I believe in offering equal opportunities.”

“Meaning, if I f**k you my way now, next go-around it’s back to Hank’s choice?”

He flashed her a wolflike grin. “Yep.”

Lainie fisted a hand in his hair and jerked his head back to peer into his eyes. “Deal.” She fused her lips to his, devouring his mouth in a fierce kiss.

Oh, sweet darlin’, you just jumped headfirst into a devil’s bargain.

She tormented him. Dragging out the withdrawal of his engorged cock. Letting the sweet spot below the c**k head rub on the entrance to her pu**y. Hank groaned every time. Wanting constant friction, wanting it faster. Being denied. She’d change the angle of entry and quickly plunge his shaft to the root. Bounce on his pole faster and faster . . . only to slow down and contract her interior muscles in a slick, intimate kiss when his c**k was buried deep.