Page 21 of Her Candy Cane Cowboy
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” I don’t think I can hold back another minute. The need to have him in me is more than I can handle.
He nips my earlobe sending chills chasing through my body. “I wouldn’t be fine, darlin’, not if I gave you pain just because I was too selfish to take care of you and make sure your pussy is dripping wet.”
I grip his shirt wishing I had the strength to rip it from his body. “I’m wet and ready,” I say, breathless and needy.
“How can you be ready? I haven’t seen a single drop of come from you yet.”
“Dallas!” I groan, half-pleading, half-scolding.
He backs down my body until he reaches my waist, then he effortlessly lifts me from the bed, swinging us to our feet and holding me against him with one arm.
With the other hand, he flicks open the button of my jeans and eases down the zipper.
I try to shake my hips and get my pants off to speed things up, but he stops me.
“I will take care of everything.”
“Yes, but I’m a willing partner. Very willing and I want to get to the best part.”
“Darlin, I think all of this is the best part. Kissing you. Touching you. Holding you.” He puts his lips against my ear. “And then eating you until you’re empty.”
My legs weaken. “Please…”
“Yes, my love. You’ll be pleased, I guarantee it. Pleasing you is my goal.” He grins rakishly, then shimmies me out of my jeans.
I’m glad I wore a pair of cute panties though I am a little embarrassed that I’ve soaked through the material.
“Stand still,” he orders dropping to his knees and pushing the panties to one side. “So beautiful. So perfect.”
Heat flares through me when he touches the outside of my vagina. “I’m going to break apart,” I say, my voice as wobbly.
“Go ahead and break apart. I’ll catch every piece.” He grips my ass and pulls me to him, burying his face against my core.
I put my hands on his thick hair, weaving my fingers in the strands, and he looks up at me. While looking into my eyes, he runs two fingers through my fold.
I whimper, wanting to come so badly that I demand, “Take me right now.”
“I’m going to give it to you like you want.” He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes me back onto the bed. Then he rips my panties off with one hand.
“Yes, my wolf…” I say, trying to put the heels of my feet on the bed.
“No. Stay like this.”
“Why?”
“Because your wolf told you to.”
He is so damn hot and I’m burning up.
He spreads my legs wide and puts his face close. His beard touches my most sensitive space, and I let out a small moan.
Using his tongue, he touches my eager clit, and I almost scream his name. And then all I can do is clutch the blanket as he flicks as he pulls my clit into his mouth and suckles me.
I’m on fire. The bed is on fire. The world is on fire.
I try to speak to tell him how good that feels, but my words are jumbled.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” he says, pushing his tongue inside of me. He thrusts in and out rapidly, licking my clit with each stroke.
