Page 22 of Rodeo Rivals
“I’ll suck your clit until you shake.”
Holy hell. Her sex pulsed with need.
“Is that so?” she challenged as her heart raced within her chest and her pussy practically dripped.
He nodded, rubbing his nose against her panty-clad slit. Closing his eyes, he inhaled.
Hot damn. That was fucking hot.
“And when you’re about to come, I’m going to stop.”
She couldn’t help but whimper. “Why would you do that?”
Hooking his index fingers into the waist of her panties, he tugged them down, exposing her sex to the cool air of his camper.
“Because I want you to beg me.”
“For what?”
“What do you want?”
“To come, obviously.”
Using his thumb, he traced it over her moist folds, making it harder for her to breathe normally. Short gasps were all she could muster as he teased her.
“How, though?” he asked as he toyed with her wetness. “On my tongue?”
That could work for her.
When he thrust two fingers into her wanton sex, it stole her breath and she quaked.
“Or maybe you want to come on my fingers?” he suggested as he wiggled them deep inside her.
That wasn’t a bad idea at all.
She squirmed, closed her eyes, and bit back the moans desperate to escape from her.
“I see,” he said and pressed harder against her clit.
The pressure was too much, and she groaned as he moved it in gentle circles. The synapses in her brain short-circuited, and her arousal soared to new heights.
“So, you don’t want my cock, then? My fingers will do?” he asked.
As though they had a mind of their own, her hips rocked, meeting the rhythm of his fingers as they worked in and out of her.
“What do you desire, McKayla? Tongue, fingers, orcock?”
That word struck her arousal chord just the right way.
He worked a third digit inside her, and she lost her damn mind. Shaking, she had never felt so gloriously full in her life.
She gasped, and her eyelids flew open. Staring up at the ceiling but not processing much of anything but the feeling of him filling her, she writhed on his table.
“Tell me you want me to taste you,” he urged.
Oh. He was too devious for his own good. How dare he turn the tables on her and make her use her voice at a time like this?
“Please,” she nodded, desperate for more.
