Page 45 of Playing it Country

“What?” I ask as I rock my hips against the tent in his jeans. He doesn’t stop me but he does pinch my nipple to get my attention. It works because that one ministration has lust pooling in my belly and I wantmore.

“Finish whatever you’re doing with that med kit so I can take you to my room and fuck you until we both pass out.”

“That better not be the head injury talking,” I say, and I’m only half kidding as I grab the new bandage and apply it as precisely as I can.

“It’s barely a scrape,” he replies as he grips my ass and stands like I weigh nothing at all.

“What if you have a concussion?” I ask as I nip the tendon in his neck with my teeth before soothing the sting with my tongue.

“Then you can wake me up with your mouth on my cock, how’s that?”

I grin because this head injury might be the best thing that’s ever happened to my pussy.

“Hell of a change since this morning.”

“I got some sense knocked into me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and I’m tired of not knowin’ what you taste like.”

“Seems reasonable,” I say breathlessly.

He drops me on the bed and then yanks my shorts and panties down my legs before discarding them over his shoulder.

“Hannah?”

“What?” I pant and I’m almost annoyed because hot puffs of air aresonot cutting it when all I want is to be devoured.

“Last chance.”

“For what?”

“As soon as I put my mouth on your pussy, it’s mine. I don’t share and for as long as we do this—as long as you’re here—you’re mine.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he repeats, unconvinced.

“Yes,” I breathe with a confidence fueled by lust and the promise of orgasms and pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.

It feels like an eternity but then his mouth is on me, his lips sucking and teasing my clit as he spreads me wide with his fingers. I feel open and exposed and so damn sexy I can barely breathe.

“Oh, this is such a pretty pussy,” he says reverently before licking up the entire length of my seam. His hands knead my ass as he dives back in like a starving man. I writhe beneath him. I need the release, but God, I don’t want him to stop.

My hips buck up to meet every slide of his tongue, and the way his beard scrapes against my thighs has me bowing off the bed. Two fingers slide inside me, and I scream his name over and over as he crooks them against a spot so few have ever been able to locate.

Case sits back and wipes his mouth with the bottom of his shirt before he pulls it over his head and drops it on the floor. I watch with undivided attention as he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off with his boxer briefs.

“Get a condom from the nightstand.”

Rolling onto my stomach, I make a point of swaying my hips and sticking my ass out for his viewing pleasure before slowly bending forward to retrieve the condom.

“Anything else?” I purr.

“Yeah, I want you on top so I can watch your tits bounce as you ride me.”

“You know, for someone who fought this so hard you have lots of opinions.”

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