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"Fair is fair, sugar. You need to take this off." He pulled her shirt over her head and his calloused fingertips skimmed the sensitive bare skin of her belly. She shivered as white heat spread to her limbs. Soon her shirt joined his on the floor.
His chocolate gaze dropped to her breasts. Swollen and ripe, they fought against the lace of her bra. Instead of touching them—to her disappointment—he merely looked and then pulled her into his embrace. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass.
She slid her hands over the hard planes of his chest, through the soft smattering of dark hair, up his sleek golden shoulders and into his soft, dark waves. She sifted the silky strands through her fingers and thought she’d never felt anything quite so soft, so heavenly.
His lips lowered to hers. So close, they were, but he didn’t kiss her. Not even a centimeter separated them, but he didn’t bridge the gap.
The fact that he didn’t was incredibly erotic. She’d already kissed him in the elevator, but at this moment, she wanted to kiss him more than she wanted her next breath. His long, thick fingers caressed her neck, sending shudders through her which landed between her legs. She tried to press closer, to spear him with her painfully hard nipples. Still he tantalized her, warming her lips with his soft breath.
His fingers trailed from her neck down her shoulder and eased down one strap of her bra. She closed her eyes as the air hit her turgid nipple. Cowboy moaned and cupped her naked breast, then squeezed, and her nipple hardened even further. Her sex wept. Damn, if he didn’t kiss her soon, or touch her nipple...really, it didn’t have to be much. A little pinch to the hard bud and she’d explode on the spot. She withdrew from his hypnotic stare and kissed his sculpted shoulder. His skin was warm and slightly salty. Very, very masculine.
She turned in his arms, her back to his chest, and he squeezed her breast again. His other hand slithered down her smooth belly and under the waistband of her stretch capris. Into her panties he went and his long warm fingers sifted through her pubic curls.
She shuddered when he reached her clit. Slowly, methodically, he stroked her moist folds.
"Mmm, wet sugar," he whispered in her ear.
She nodded, unable to speak. His caresses made her blood boil. She squeezed his sinewy arms, his massive shoulders, then turned her head and bit his hard flesh.
His groan was her reward.
Enough of him being in control. As much as Holly was enjoying his ministrations, she needed to take charge. If he wouldn’t kiss her, wouldn’t suck her nipple, she’d show him what a tease she could be.
She turned in his arms and dropped to her knees. Her hands trembling, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. His hands fisted in her long dark hair, but she proceeded slowly, methodically. She’d tease him like he’d teased her.
She grasped the rough denim and pushed it down over his lean, sculpted hips.
Before her stood the most amazing cock she’d ever seen. Long, thick, and golden, it sprang from a thick nest of black curls. So much for teasing. That delicious-looking cock was going in her mouth.
She looked up at him. His eyes pierced her with scalding flames. She smiled and met his gaze. God, he was beautiful. She traced lacy patterns on his thighs and continued to stare at his massive erection. His muscle, his skin, felt glorious to her touch.
"Damn," she said under her breath.
"Hmm? What is it, sugar?"
Had he heard her? Warmth crept to her cheeks, but she steadied herself. Why be embarrassed now? She was staring at his naked cock. Time for embarrassment had definitely gone out the window.
"I’m thinking, Cowboy—" She reached upward and pressed her hands to his gorgeous chest, then scraped her fingernails downward. He sucked in his breath. "—that I’d really like to suck this beautiful cock."
His groan vibrated against the palms of her hands. Good, good. Right where she wanted him.
"Please," he said. "God, please suck it."
Holly leaned forward and took just the head between her lips. Mmm. Delicious, just as she’d expected. A drop of salty pre-cum tantalized her tongue, reminding her of the olives in her martini. She loved olives.
And she loved this cowboy’s cock.
He pushed forward and tried to nudge his way farther into her mouth, but she held fast, enjoying the feel of his sensitive head against her lips and tongue. She slurped a little, then drew back and rained tiny kisses to the tip. Mmm.
"Damn, sugar." He bent forward and smashed his mouth to hers in a kiss so raw and untamed, she nearly forgot who she was. His tongue tangled with hers, exploring, possessing.
When he ripped his mouth away, she inhaled a needed breath, and he grabbed her hair and forced her back onto his cock.
"Suck me. Please."
He didn’t have to say please. She took him deeply this time, let his knob graze the back of her throat. Then she inched back, let it drop from her mouth and licked the underside, relishing his moans. He still held her by the hair which?
?she wasn’t sure why—turned her on even more. When she took him in her mouth again, his face twisted into a grimace. She hummed softly, knowing the vibration from her voice would tease him.
