Page 20 of My Cowboy Valentine

She gasps as I circle her nub with my thumb. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” she asks in breathy tones. I chuckle at her surprised voice and startled expression.

“I have a lot of hidden talents you don’t know about.”

She moans and arches her head back as I rub her clit slowly and deliberately, inching up the pace as I go and awakening a ravenous need in her jewel-toned eyes. “I need your cock so badly, Ron. I need to ride you right now.”

Those words with that hat on her head have me ready to blow my wad. My dick wants inside her so badly it’s ready to stage a goddamn coup. But her pleasure will always come before mine.

“No,” I say with pained restraint.

“No?”

“We’ll get there eventually, Red. But first, I need to make you come…at least a couple of times.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Good luck with that. I’m frigid. It’s one of the reasons my husband and I got divorced.”

“Frigid?” I chuckle deep in my throat. “The way your pussy’s dripping, and you’re responding to my touch? No, ma’am, you are not frigid. You’ve just never been properly fucked by a cowboy.”

She stops, staring at me wide-eyed, and I wink, bringing the fingers I had inside her moments ago to my lips and licking them clean. “Fuck, you taste sweet…”

“Sweet, like what?” Her voice trembles.

“Sweet, like my new favorite flavor,” I answer with a lopsided grin.

“But you hate me,” she reminds. “And I hate you.”

“Now’s not the time for thinking. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

“What’s it the time for?” she pants as I squeeze her hips again, grinding into her hard.

“Surrender.”

The redhead freezes, her eyes narrowing. “Surrender? Over my dead body.”

I chuckle, thrusting my hips powerfully against her crotch. “I thought you’d say that. How about we quit talking and focus on more pleasurable things?”

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night, Rowdy,” Red smiles, scooting back slightly to fit her hand between her upper thigh and my cock.

The feel of her soft digits tracing the outline of my firm length sends flames of desire licking up and down my spine. But my pleasure’s last in this game of love and hate. “Lie back on the floor, Red. I need more of your flavor in my mouth.”

She freezes again, her eyes drilling into me as surprise flashes across her face. “But what about you?”

“Oh, I’ll get mine. Don’t you worry about that, Red.” I nod, the corners of my mouth turning up slightly as I watch her expression intensify with desire. “Lie back on the floor, and let me show you you’re anything but frigid.”

She swallows loudly, anticipation lighting her face and animating her movements as she scrambles off my lap, looking questioningly at the floor next to us. “Lie here on this rug?”

“Or on the couch if you prefer. Either way, I need your pussy lips in my mouth, and my tongue buried deep inside your cunt.”

“Rowdy,” she moans softly, throwing my hat on the couch and lying back on the floor. “How did you get a mouth like this?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I reply, moving to a kneeling position between her bent legs. My hands come up aggressively between the floor and her ass, gripping her cheeks firmly before snagging my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and pulling them fluidly over her hips and thighs, stopping at the knees. The throb in my hand protests, but I could give less than a fuck about pain.

Sounding like a hyperventilating woman, Red straightens her legs in the air, and I finish the job, pulling the jeans from her long, elegant stems and throwing them to the side. Then, I do the same with her lacy lavender G-string, admiring the triangle of scarlet as she bends her legs back on either side of me.

I hesitate, struggling to restrain my feelings for Lesley. She’s fucking breathtaking, jaw dropping. Seeing her poised to give herself to me is the culmination of my deepest fantasies and darkest desires. But I refuse to ruin the moment with words. Instead, I tamp down my stupid-ass emotions and all the things I want to say to her. This is supposed to be a hate fuck, after all. I’m already failing miserably.

Bringing my hands to her knees, I slide them up her inner thighs gently, taking my time and appreciating every inch of her silky flesh as I spread her legs wide. I watch the goosebumps rise where my fingertips glance over her, savoring how she trembles at my feather-light touch. But I’m a greedy fucking bastard who’s waited far too long for this. I need her pussy in my mouth more than I need air.

My right hand sweeps up into the crop of red hair, splaying her arousal-shiny lips between my forefinger and thumb and making her already-teased clit peek out at me. Dipping my head, I take her in my mouth with a groan, enjoying everything about her musky smell and tangy taste. My tongue glides over her slick pussy, twirling and sucking her pearl as she lets out little cries. Surrender or not, I demand everything from Red. Nothing held back.

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