Page 60 of Rough Ride

I made a show of smiling up at him, then licking my lips. Johnny’s blue eyes widened with surprise, like he couldn’t believe I had just done that to him.

But this was just the beginning.

I slid up his body, gave him a kiss with just a flicker of tongue, then whispered, “Now it’s my turn.” Before he could react, I climbed up onto the couch and straddled his face.

Johnny responded by wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling my drenched sex closer, closing his mouth aroundme without hesitation. He devoured me hungrily, somehow even more enthusiastic than I had been on my knees.

“You taste amazing,” he said, breath whispering across my core.

I leaned my knees onto the back of the couch while sitting on his face. Soon I was riding his mouth like it was a mechanical bull, grabbing a handful of his blond hair as I began to come. I bucked and arched my back, screaming as the powerful sensation made my entire body tremble.

I was a puddle of melted woman as he hefted my weight, allowing me to relax my legs. Then he lowered me into his lap and kissed me softly, giving me a taste of my own sexual scent. His lips were heady and addictive, like a shot of really good whiskey.

“My turn again,” Johnny whispered with a grin.

He repositioned me, pushing me onto my knees on the couch and standing behind me. His cock glided into my swollen lips from behind, every hard inch all at once, pulling another gasping cry from my throat. He reached forward and grabbed my shoulder with one hand, driving into me from behind, fast and hard. I arched my back to let him in deeper. He groaned happily like I had done the right thing, and now bottomed out inside of me with every hectic thrust.

It was quick, and sloppy, and driven more by raw desire than thought.

And it was exactly what I needed.

Neither of us lasted long, not at that out-of-control pace. Johnny’s fingers dug into my collarbone as he exploded inside me, pulses of pleasure that ignited my own shuddering climax.

We collapsed together on the couch, breathing too heavily for words for a while.

27

Sophie

We remained tangled together on the couch, skin against skin, for a while. Eventually, Johnny broke the silence by chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I was just thinking that I don’t care about losing the bull riding competition last night,” he purred, kissing my cheek. “Eli can have a date, as long as I keep getting to dothis.”

He gave my ass a possessive squeeze to emphasize the point.

“Mmm, how magnanimous of you,” I said, twisting so I could rest my head against his chest. “Are you sure you won’t be jealous if I go out with Eli, though?”

Johnny shrugged. “Who am I to tell you what to do?”

“You get an A for that answer,” I replied. “But it’d be all right to be jealous, too.”

“Jealousy is for insecure men. If you match me up against that unserious cowboy, I’ll trust my sexual proficiency nine times out of ten.”

“What about that tenth time?” I teased.

Johnny grinned down at me and stroked my arm. “Hell, everyone has a bad day sometimes.”

“Today wasn’t one of them,” I said with a giggle.

His chest vibrated with silent laughter. “No, ma’am. It was not. What came over you, texting me like that? Not that I’m complainin’, mind you.”

“Well, it’s a complicated story,” I explained. “I was extremely horny.”

“Ah, complicated indeed.”

“Glad you answered the text.” I planted a gentle kiss onto his bare chest. “But all joking aside, I’m a woman of my word. I’m going to go on a date with Eli.”

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