Page 39 of Cowboy Dragon's Rose

She’s honey and fire and heaven on my tongue.

Her thighs tremble around my shoulders, hands fisting in my hair as I press my lips down her ripe flesh.

“Zeke!”

“Shhh. I got you, Petals. Got what you need. First, I’m gonna taste you.”

I slide down, pressing my tongue into her belly button before wedging my shoulders between her creamy, thick thighs.

She smells so fucking delicious.

Like sweet honey, sex, and need.

She smells like mine.

I spread her glistening folds and press my lips to hers, pushing my tongue deeper inside her needy pussy.

Fucking. Perfection.

This woman is going to kill me.

I do it again, slower this time, hungrier for her.

She’s so wet for me.

Her ready submission is my fucking undoing, and I go at her like a wild man.

I can’t help myself. Eating her out is all I want to do. Making her come on my tongue is my top fucking priority. And she’s close. I fucking know it.

Her cries curl down my spine like lightning and I don’t stop until she’s arching, breaking, coming undone on my mouth like a prayer answered.

And it truly is the answer to one of my prayers.

My name on her lips is a growl, a gasp, a benediction.

And still—it’s not enough.

I want more from her. So much more.

My cock aches to be inside her, and I know if I don’t move now, I’ll come on the sheets like a green ass virgin.

I move fast. I rise above her, watching her flushed face, the sheen of sweat on her skin, the dazed hunger in her eyes.

“I need to feel you,” I rasp.

She nods, reaching for me, guiding me in with hands that shake but never falter.

I don’t even think about slowing down.

And when I sink into her—slow, deep, complete—I see stars.

Casey’s amber eyes go wide and she gasps in response to my invasion.

She’s tight. So fucking tight. But she’s wet from coming on my tongue, so I slide into her with little resistance.

I groan.

She feels so good.

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