Page 32 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

This was nothing I’d ever done. I felt wanton and wild. Completely and utterly feminine as he cradled me to him and kissed me sweetly.

“Fuck,” he breathed the word. “So sweet. Like fucking honey.”

I whimpered and held on as he pressed his nose against my slit, inhaling my scent.

Then I was speechless as Dante just made out with my pussy. I mean that exactly as I said it. The sexy man placed hot, openmouthed kisses on my nether lips.

Sliding his tongue between my folds, he groaned as he swallowed the moisture that pooled between my legs. I couldn’t help it. My ovaries were going off like fireworks, he was so fucking hot.

I was almost embarrassed by how wet he made me.

Almost being the key word.

But the truth was, it felt too good for me to be self-conscious. I had neither the time nor the inclination to do anything but enjoy the ride.

And what a ride.

“Christ, you taste divine. Like hot honey and daffodils. Sunshine and rain. I’m addicted to you already,” he moaned and lapped at my slit.

His filthy words sounded so good. I moaned at his praise and naughty confessions. My fingers dug into his scalp, holding him to me as he feasted on my body.

The next swipe of his tongue sent spirals of electricity racing up my spine, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Oh fuck. Dante!”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, lifting his head.

My body heated at the sight of my slick glistening on his lips. He never looked so good as he did right then. Never looked so much like mine.

My chest tightened and I could hardly breathe. I wanted to kiss him. To fuck him. To beg him for his bite and to make him mine for good.

But I was still uncertain.

I had more to consider than just my needs. I had Rosie. And Dante too.

His desires needed to be taken into consideration. My pulse raced and my chest thundered with the force of my heartbeat.

“Stay with me, Honey. Stay right here. Answer me. Am I hurting you?”

Just like that, I calmed down. Well, my panic receded. My body, however, was drawn tight like a bow just begging to be released.

“No. Not at all. Please, Dante, do it again. It feels so good,” I moaned, rocking my hips against his face.

“Mine,” he rumbled, and fuck, I liked the sound of that.

His eyes bled to complete black as he leaned forward, sucking on my clit with his amazing mouth.

Geezus, I never felt anything like him. It was like he had more appendages than even I could comprehend as he ate me like a starving man.

He worked my clit with his lips and shoved his tongue deep into my pussy, fucking me so good. I moaned his name and rocked my hips in time with his thrusts. Pleasure built and built until suddenly it was right there.

I froze, arching my back, when my climax hit me like a fresh bolt of lightning. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

The world spun upside down, or maybe that was just me. Next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the soft rug in front of the fire and Dante was on his knees between my splayed legs. He had one hand wrapped around his thick cock and he tugged himself twice, three times, before ropes of hot cum landed on my skin.

It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. When he finished coming, he leaned forward and crushed his mouth to mine.

And I accepted his kiss, willingly, desperately. Nothing had ever felt as right as Dante’s lips on mine.

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