Page 20 of Tusks & Saddles
“Damnation it is,” he groaned against the valley of her breast, leaving hot kisses against her skin. Will arched into it, guiding him up onto her reddened nipples. They were pebbled and hard, fitting perfectly between his lips. He grazed his teeth against them, just a light tug, to gauge her reaction. Her grip around his cock tightened. Boone sucked on them harder, flicking his tongue against them and she let out a whine.
If he wasn’t already a proud bastard, the sound of his name falling off her lips in that breathy rasp sure gave him a complex.
Then she pressed his tip to her slick curls and his eyes rolled back in his head. Will giggled, a sound he was sure he imagined except for she did it again as she shifted her hips. His tip pressed against her and she giggled again.That damn sound, I’m going to wring it from her over and over and over.
“Boone, if you don’t take me now, I’m gonna flip you like a pancake and take care of business myself.”
Boone snorted. “I won’t last long.”
“I didn’t ask if you were going to last long, I asked if you were going to fuck me already—mmmffh.” He cut her off with another sloppy kiss, spreading her thighs further with his, and sinking into that tempting warmth.Fine.He was trying to get himself to calm down long enough he could actually show her a thing or two.But she’s always been fucking impatient.He grinned against her moaning mouth as he sank into her to the hilt. Her walls squeezed him tight. It made his toes curl and he had to take a deep breath.
“When this push is over,” he murmured against her lips, pulling back till only his tip filled her. “I’m going to make you dinner in the kitchen.” He thrust forward sharply, burying himself completely in her. Will’s fingers raked up his back. “You’re going to dance with me and let me take my time.”
That damn giggle of hers as she limply threw her legs around him once more. “You can’t fuck me in the kitchen, Boone.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He grunted as he pulled back once more only to sharply thrust again. “We’ll dance, we’ll eat, then I’ll take you upstairs.”
“Where everyone will hear us?” She laughed.
“You want me to fuck you out in the grass?”
“Fuck it, bend me over the fence out in the yard for all I care, Boone, please.”
Talking helped take the edge off, but it didn’t help she was a snug glove. She was warm, wet, and gripped him for all he was worth. Boone kissed her hard again, picking up the pace just for her. He wasn’t long for this world, not with her beneath him. His balls pulled up against his body and he felt the traitorous wash of bliss come down over his back. Boone moaned against her grinning lips.
“Now, was that so hard?” she teased with a playful tug on his bottom lip.
“Baby, I’m not done with you,” he growled, grinding against her. While his cock was slowly softening, he could tell she liked the full feeling.I can work with that…just after I mark up her pretty neck with my teeth.
Chapter Eleven
Willamina
Will gasped as he replaced his cock with two fingers. They curled up inside her and pressed into that sweet spot that made her see stars.Gods and dragons and fucking daemon fire…he’s so big.Every part of him was big. Big ass head full of thoughts, big arms that could throw her around without breaking a sweat, and of course, the big fucking battering ram he called a cock. Should she have rushed him into rearranging her guts? Probably not. But she wanted it and was willing to heal herself later for it.
His thumb brushed her clit, and her body turned to jelly. She ground herself against the mossy riverbank. Lips to her throat, the tips of his tusks grazed along her jaw. Her stomach was already in knots before he started abusing that sweet spot. She saw stars. With every nip and suck on her sensitive skin, another zap of delight raced down her body. She’d return home with so many bruises she wanted to keep. Especially the one he was nursing just on top of her right breast before returning to teasing her nipple. That coil within her snapped once, but Boone was going for gold.Or so it felt like because holy fucking dragon’s breath.She was panting for air, clawing up his back, and bucking her hips off the moss once more. Her walls clamped down around him.
“That’s it, Baby, come for me,” he breathed against her damp skin, and she nearly swallowed her tongue. The last thing she wanted was to give Roger more than an eyeful. It was one thing to catch her and Boone out of the corner of his eye, he could turn away. It was another to hear his boss getting her pussy tended to only fifty feet from him.
Will felt a vicious cool wash of pleasure come over her. It ran a shiver down her spine and settled in her belly. It made all her muscles turn to goo and she finally sagged back against the moss. Boone’s fingers slowed to a stop, not leaving her but no longer wringing more waves of pleasure from her. She finally peeled an eye open and found him looming over her.
“You done with me now?” she blurted out with a wheeze.
“Done tormenting your cunt, yes…with you? Never.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling back from her. Will sat up with shaky arms, not sure how she was even managing the movement. He turned her to absolute mush. Her lungs rattled as she took in a deep breath. Boone slid backward into the river, coaxing her with him. “Now, we scrub the grime off.”
She snorted but there were no clever words. No thoughts; just her skin buzzing with delight as she sank into the river and let it brush over her. Instead of trying to keep up with him, she let him wade across to get the soap out of their bag and probably clean clothes. All she wanted was to bob above the water and stare at the sky. She found one of the many large rocks at the bottom to keep her feet grounded and laid her head back. The sky was burnt orange with one a few stragglers of clouds floating over their heads.
Boone returned behind her with her brush and bar of soap. While she lathered up her body, letting the foam drift down the river, he picked out her hair knots. Boone was far more sensitive of her scalp than she ever was, or even her mother. He was even kind enough to scrub her hair, brush it once more, then braid it. Softand loose, but it was good to have it off her neck and mostly contained. When he dunked under the water, she turned to her Paladin. He spent a good minute under the water just raking his fingers against his scalp then his tusks.Sand’s a bitch; it gets everywhere and itches.When he emerged, she beckoned him with her fingers. “Come here, you gave my scalp a good scrub, your turn.”
“Oooh, a Willamina spa treatment?” he teased.
“You want your hair brushed or not?” she retorted, narrowing her eyes on him.
“Yes please, ma’am.”
Willamina howled with laughter, chucking the bar of soap at him. “I’ll flatten you!”
“I would love to see you try.” He grinned from ear to ear as he twisted, kneeling down in the water. Where they were, it only came up to his collar bone.
