Page 8 of Rodeo Rivals
Her eyelids and her stomach fluttered as he teased the outside of her sex. Back and forth, back and forth, he stroked her, but he would not go further. As though her hips had a mind of their own, they rocked with him, desperate for more stimulation.
His cock grew in her hand, stiffening and returning to its previous aroused state. Using her thumb, she swiped at the swollen tip and smeared the pearl of pre-cum which had beaded at the top. His breath hitched.
“You’re not playing fair,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened, and she gasped when he dipped two of his fingers into her channel.
“You’re pretty wet for me, but I think we can do better,” he murmured as he spread his digits deep inside her. “I want you soaking and begging for me.”
Trying to concentrate on moving her hand up and down on him was hard work. It may have only been two fingers, but he used them magically, curling them and rubbing against the sensitive spot within her each time he moved them in and out.
Closing her eyes, she panted as he used his thumb against her clit. Sparks glittered behind her lids. She shuddered as she approached the cliff of her release.
“Do you want to ask me for something?” he teased.
Her pussy pulsed, and she squeezed his cock at the tip. Her fingers slid into his arousal as she worked his shaft up and down.
“You know what you have to do,” he groaned.
Screw that. She wasn’t asking for shit. Taking her hand away, she slid the condom down before lifting herself and straddling him.
“Wait a minute,” he said.
Nope, she wasn’t waiting.
With her legs on either side of him, she positioned herself so his dick was at the opening of her sex. He slapped her hips and dug his fingers in. Her stomach flipped, and her pussy clenched around nothing. He wasn’t inside her.
Why was he stopping this? She was ninety-nine percent sure he wanted to bang. What was going on?
The muscles in his forearms tightened as she attempted to lower herself. “Not yet.”
“What?” she panted. This made no sense.
“You didn’t ask.”
He couldn’t be serious.
“Fuck me!” she growled and slammed herself down. His length filled her, piercing her sex and sending her over the edge. Her body erupted in a series of jerks as her orgasm exploded. He thrust himself up, deeper until her vision blurred.
“Good girl,” he panted as he worked her up and down and pistoned himself inside her.
Having lost all her bones, she felt like Jell-O surfing the wave of pleasure. Again, he brought his thumb against her clit and pressed, prolonging her release.
“So fucking tight.”
Her eyes rolled back, and she nearly collapsed, but she eventually remembered how to breathe. It took only a few more seconds for her to regain her senses, slap her hands on his chest, and look him in the eye. Shit just got serious.
7
Wyatt
True to her word, by the time Wyatt woke up, McKayla had fled the hotel room. What a stealthy woman. He didn’t even realize she’d left or when. Had it been in the morning or after he’d fallen asleep? Though technically, considering the time they actually finished, it was morning. He had to suspect she had left at dawn.
Scrubbing his hands over his face, he groaned to meet the day. After a stretch, he reached for his phone to check the time. The morning before a rodeo was a busy one. He had a lot to do. Rolling out of bed, he headed for the bathroom.
Business done. Pre-workout consumed. Teeth brushed. He left the room to go to the gym. Sure, he’d tested his stamina andflexibility last night, but today was a new day—an important one. He needed to get in the right mindset to make the best of his eight seconds.
McKayla
