Page 41 of A Rancher's Vow
She paused, stroking the small scar on his back. “What’s this from?”
“Luke. My fault, though.”
Charity leaned in and kissed the spot. “All better.”
“You don’t know how much I wish I had a million more scars, including a few dozen on my cock.”
A sultry laugh escaped her. “I like kissing you. And I have no objections to kissing all of you.”
As if providing proof, another one landed between his shoulder blades.
Dustin closed his eyes as she rested her hands on his hips. Caressed up an inch, then down. An inch forward, then back.
“Your ass is a thing of beauty.”
“I look forward to repeating the compliment.” His voice had gone raspy. Needy.
Charity stepped against him, fully clothed to his naked. “Remember, the universe doesn’t require cosmic sexual balancing. Or something like that.”
“You have too good a memor—oh God,yes.” She’d reached around him and wrapped her fingers around his length. Dustin let his head fall back as she stroked with firm, confident glides. “You can do that any time you want.”
“Harder? Softer?” She put her teeth lightly to his shoulder, and a shiver rolled over him.
“Perfect right now.Fuck.” He rocked forward into her grasp.
“Give me a second.” Charity released him, stepped around so she faced him, then curled him in tight again. “I want to watch.”
“Too short to peer over my shoulder? I’ll get you a chair next time.”
For some reason that made her laugh. The sound came out a little ragged. “I’ve never figured out why this turns me on so much. Touching you, watching your breathing kick up as I hold your cock—it makes me ache inside.”
“I’ll do something about that ache,” Dustin promised.
“Fine by me, but you first,” Charity insisted. She kept stroking as she eased against him again, lips going to his throat. She nipped, then sucked, and Dustin groaned.
He wrapped a hand over hers and tightened the pressure slightly. “Use your teeth on me. I like it.”
She scraped over his jugular, and a hot pulse raced through him. Tingling crawled up his spine, and release beckoned.
Necessity called—
He cupped the back of her neck and moved her into position so he could ravish her mouth. Kisses deep and hot and wet even as their joint hands moved over his cock. Her taste flooded in as she moaned, the sound drifting on the moist air like an erotic soundtrack.
Dustin pushed forward and let his control go. With barely enough mind left, he turned their aim away from her slightly as his semen spurted free. Long hot strands laid over their joint fingers as white spots formed in front of his eyes.
Sweet motherfucking goddamn hell.
What escaped his lips? “Wow.”
He stood on shaking legs, trying hard not to lean on her too much as he fought to keep his balance.
She nuzzled his neck. “Have fun?”
“Yup.”
Laughter bubbled up. “You’re a man of few words once you’ve come.”
The few he still remembered were all curses and the wordmore. “Maybe.”
