Page 24 of Wicked Cowboy
He continued to ravage my folds with his kisses and my vaginal walls were swollen for him.
With his fingers, he teased the apex between my thighs, but then, like he read my body like a map, he found my button and used his tongue to urge me on.
I cried out, “Carter.”
I needed him more than I needed air to breathe.
Finally, he kissed up my naked body and suckled on my peaks.
His soldier found my target and my ass went higher to guide him inside me.
He squeezed my butt and whispered, “Relax.”
I responded to his commands and his cock shoved deep into my secret folds designed only for him.
My nipples were like beads as he drove into my slowly, and my temperature soared.
This was what ravaged meant. Damn. His passion spurred my own.
His black pupils were almost my undoing, and he smashed into me, but then slowed down to a steady pace.
I ran my hands over his ass to speed him up.
He crashed into me steadily.
My pulse increased and he nudged me further up the bed, brushing against my waist and then plundering his staff back in, deeper.
More air came into my lungs fast and furious. Adrenaline rushed through me.
He cupped my breasts, sucked, and pummeled into me.
Wow.
He played my body like he knew the tune I lived on. Then I arched when he tugged my legs together while still inside me.
The tightness was like heaven. My muscles tensed and sent spasms through my body.
He steamrolled in and out, pounding me hard and then slowing. He rubbed against my sensitive skin that now was branded as his.
But the best part might be how he kissed me like he owned me and I wanted to be his and only his, forever.
His lips brushed against my pebbled nipples and I almost lost it when his dick hit my love button.
I hadn’t thought I’d be this heady, but his carnal kiss burned me.
I hadn’t ever had this fast of a race in my heart and I knew I was red. Everywhere, but I didn’t care.
He liked me naked and pummeled me.
My vaginal muscles contracted and he laughed.
So I laughed, but he then sped up, and all I could do was moan.
Even my feet had spasms and my damn toes would probably curl.
His wood seemed never-ending as he enjoyed being in my honey pot.
And it was like he had the rhythm that struck my core.
