Page 28 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

No. Don’t stop.“Stand up for me.” Amara held onto his hands as she stood.

“Hold on to my shoulders.” His instruction was gruff. He helped her take her sneakers off.

She was grateful that fitted jeans weren’t her thing as he worked her panties and jeans off. Looking down, her brow wrinkled as she saw him lay back on the blankets.Um… what the hell?She was standing on the bed on the truck, bare assed.

“Stop looking so confused, Sweet Darling. Come sit on my face.”

Oh, well damn!She complied immediately. Of course, Amara had been the recipient of oral pleasure before Chase, but he was the first to make this particular request. The first time he hadn’t been happy with her hesitating.

“I know what I asked for. It’s exactly what I want. Damnit Amara, sit on my face.”

If he wanted to wear her thighs like earmuffs, so be it. With Chase’s help, Amara sunk to her knees, straddling his head.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he encouraged.

Amara used one hand to hold on to the side of the truck, while she rested the other on top of the cab.

“You good?” he asked. Once she confirmed that she was, he pulled her down. His broad tongue parted her puffy lips. Stopping for a moment, the tip circled her core before it moved upward. Chase groaned in satisfaction as he gathered her essence on his path to her hooded jewel. His beard brushed her sensitive inner thigh, teasing, adding to the stimulation.

The cool night breeze whispered against her skin. Amara cleared her mind of everything but how good she felt. She rocked back and forth, meeting his magical tongue, which sweetly tortured her pulsing bundle of nerves.

The sounds of their pleasure mingled, floating in the air, driving her closer to her release. Amara could feel the tingling begin at the souls of her feet, and travel through her body. Chase suckled her pearl deeply. His sounds of passion shot straight to her nipples like lightning. Her skin tingled with an electric thrill and an intense warmth spread across her chest. Her muscles tensed and then released in a shuddering cascade of pleasure, leavingher feeling weightless and euphoric, like she could float up and away in the vast, sparkling night sky.

Amara carefully swung one leg, so she no longer had Chase trapped between her thighs. She sat beside him, looking down at him. He looked pleased with himself as he licked the evidence of her release from his lips. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” The sound of his voice made her greedy clit jump.

She dipped her head as shyness overwhelmed her.

“Oh, no you don’t. Don’t get shy on me now. Where is the woman that was just riding my face until she bathed it with her cum?”

“Shh.” She pressed her finger to his lips, and he nipped at it. An uncharacteristic giggle escaped. A small shiver followed.

“Getting cold?” Chase asked, concerned.

“I guess.”

“You know what would be good for that?”

She shook her head.

“Come ride my cock.”

Amara had been focused on her release and the aftermath. She hadn’t noticed when Houdini had freed his cock. She only took a quick glance. It was one thing when he fed her that monster, but she doubted she could ride it. The objection died on her lips, as he tugged at his length. Fuck, she was no quitter.

For the second time of the night, she straddled him. This time it was his hips.

“Nice and slow,” he encouraged as she sunk onto his length.

Fuck, she loved the way he stretched and filled her. Her walls pulsed around his cock in welcome. He groaned as his hands caressed her back. After taking a moment to adjust, she found a slow rhythm which tortured them both.

“Mm, fuck you feel good, Baby.” Chase allowed her to control the pace. His encouragement made her feel sexy and powerful. “I love the way you ride me. You feel so damn good.”

Rocking, she quickened her pace. The rhythm sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, each movement intensifying the heat building within. As the intensity grew, the euphoric blend of closeness and desire overwhelmed her senses. With each swivel of her hips, her release grew closer. Just out of reach. Her teeth bit her bottom lip. She needed this… so close. She was so fucking close.

“Amara?” Chase called.

“Yeah,” she groaned in frustration.

Their eyes locked. Passion and heat blazed in him. “Fucking come for me,” he gruffly commanded.

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