Page 22 of Seeking Her Studs

“What in the hell kind of boots are these?” I say as I wrestle the shiny fake cowboy boots off of her.

“They’re Prada.” She says defensively.

“You need real boots,” I say as I pull the other off.

“So I’ve been told,” she grumbles, and I smile, wondering which of my brothers gave her shit for the exact same thing. My money is on Reese.

“And these pants?” I glide my hands inside the waistband until I find the button on the side. “You planning on riding a unicorn or something tonight?”

“I was planning on riding something, but if he doesn’t stop criticizing my outfit, I might have to reconsider.” She leans back on her hands extended behind her and cocks an eyebrow at me.

God, I love it when she’s sassy and not that overly sweet she likes to put on with other people.

“Did I mention how well these hug your ass?” I grin as I unbutton them.

“They really do, don’t they?” She slyly grins back at me as she lifts her hips high enough for me to start peeling them off of her. Once I get them down to her calves, I rip them completely off her, my impatience shining through.

And I intend to waste no time.

I lift both of her legs over my shoulders so I can reintroduce myself to her body.

“Damn, Colt.” She says as she steadies herself. “Straight to it, huh?”

I bite her black lace panties and then let go, letting them snap back on her pussy. “Not wasting a damn second,” I say. “Now take your shirt off while I get reacquainted down here.”

I move the lacy fabric to the side and suck long and hard on her clit, pulling it lightly between my teeth.

“Damn,” she exclaims as she arches her back.

I pull my mouth back, letting my teeth nip at her clit again as I do. “I don’t see you taking your shirt off?”

“So bossy,” she scolds me.

I slip a finger inside her. “It seems that you like bossy.”

She glares at me, but her eyes lose their bite as soon as I have my mouth back between her legs. I love watching as I give her pleasure. There’s no distance between us in these moments. Everything in us is raw and connected.

I use my tongue in long strokes between her slit, licking every part of her with my horny as fuck enthusiasm. She lifts her shirt over her head and I watch in admiration as her stomach contracts and her luscious nipples harden as I continue to lick her.

“I want you to be naked,” she says in between short rapid breaths.

“We’ve got all night,” I say in between hungry licks.

“I want you to be naked now,” she tries to command me, but her voice is shaking.

“And I’m busy tasting you,” I shoot back in between licks.

She grumbles, but then throws her head back when I bury two of my fingers inside her. Her wet hot center contracts as I explore her.

Suddenly, her voice breaks my concentration.

“Oh, Colt! Yes!” She screams and gyrates her body.

I cock an eyebrow and pull back.

Her body rolls again, and while I enjoy the view, I know it’s fucking bullshit. I stand up and look down at her, her eyes closed as she puts on her little show. I thrust a finger back in her to confirm what I’m sure I’m seeing.

Yep, exactly what I fucking thought.

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