Page 13 of Stud Ranch

With a growl, he threw himself on his stomach and stretched out between her thighs, fingers sinking inside her in one slick glide even as he latched on to the swollen bud of her clit and sucked.

Her hips lifted off the bed, and her inner walls gripped his fingers with each pass he made over her G-spot.

“Dylan! Oh god. Oh my…” Her words cut off.

Sensing she was close to coming for him, he did the tongue trick that he’d perfected over the years. When he swirled the tip over her clit while applying pressure with his mouth in a sucking pull, a scream tore from Sloane’s throat.

Her body pulsated in his hands. She shook with her release.

His cock steeled. Pouring his focus into his lover and making her feel good, he drew his fingers in and out of her pussy in slow pumps. When she gave a final shudder and collapsed to the bed, he licked her in soft brushes of his tongue meant to keep her on the edge.

Her fingers dug into his scalp again. Goddamn, he loved the way she reacted. Even though they didn’t know each other well at all, she gave herself with abandon, and that was rare.

He lifted his head and pressed a tender kiss to her inner thigh. She gasped and pressed her knees together.

“I’m so sensitive!”

He grinned. “Wait until I get inside you.”

Their gazes locked. Now the seduction really began.

When he drew his stiff cock into his hand, he held her stare while pumping it in slow jacks.

Suddenly, a vision rose into his mind unbidden, of him doing this with Shaw. They’d only played that one time, but he had been aching for another chance. The hard pounding Shaw gave him was something that lived on in his fantasies. But why the cowboy was popping up between him and Sloane now was anyone’s guess.

Sloane ran her hands down her stomach and dipped two fingers between her legs, running her manicured fingers over her wet pussy.

He groaned and rolled the head of his cock through his fist, bringing a pearl of precum to the tip.

She swept her tongue over her lips. “I want to taste you.”

Hell, he wanted that like he wanted a gulp of air that wouldn’t quite fill his lungs, but he’d never last if she wrapped those beautiful lips around his cock.

“Please.” Her eyes were wide, luminous with desire.

His heart tumbled. “One taste,” he grated out.

She sat up and scooted down the bed until she sat on the edge. When she looked up at him that way, her lips at the cusp of his aching cock, he damn near exploded and shot his cum all over her face and breasts.

He curled his toes in the boots he still wore, muscles locking as he guided his cock into her scorching hot mouth and that bead of cum disappeared on her tongue.

They shared a moan.

He started to swing his hips back, needing out of her tormenting mouth—fast. But she planted her hands on his ass and held him, taking him right to the root.

“Fuck!” He shook. God, when was the last time he gave himself over so fully to sensation this way?

Again, Shaw’s rugged features slammed into his mind.

Not now, dammit.

He couldn’t sink his cock deep into Sloane’s throat while thinking of doing the same to that man.

But it was too late. She took control and sucked him in. He stared down at her glazed eyes and pink cheeks and knew he had seconds to get inside her or die.

Threading his fingers into her hair, he drew out of her mouth. Watching the inches slide over her lips damn near killed him.

But somehow, he managed to shed his clothes and get a condom in place. When he positioned her beneath him and kissed her sweet mouth, a different sort of warmth flooded his chest.

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