Page 75 of Playing it Country

Montana is talking about his farm or fields or a tractor and I nod along on autopilot. The guy is sweet but I need some air—and fast. I’m just about to excuse myself when the vibrations start. It’s fast and intense and between my warring emotions and my libido in overdrive, I’m in serious need of release.

“Montana, I’m so sorry; I have to go take care of something.”

“It’s all right, I was just gonna grab somethin’ to eat.”

“Please, there’s plenty and it’s all been delicious.”

I wave at him as I dodge everyone on the way to Case. My vagina is pulsing and throbbing andbeggingfor an orgasm.

“Eyeliner,” I whisper into Case’s ear as I fist his shirt in my hand. The buzzing stops but I don’t let go as I yank him down the hall and into the bedroom.

“Hannah, what—”

The last word is cut off as I slam his back against the bedroom door and attack his mouth with mine. He tastes like whiskey and the sweet and tangy barbeque sauce from the sliders. I want to devour him.

I want him to devourme.

Strong hands grip my waist as he lifts me up and spins us so I’m pressed against the wall. I moan into his mouth and then he trails kisses down my neck.

“We don’t have time,” I whimper.

“There’s always time for kissin’ you.”

“Later,” I beg. “I need you inside me. God, Case, I’m out of my mind.”

“I’ve loved seein’ you fighting for control all night, Hannah. You’re so damn sexy I can barely breathe.”

He somehow manages to get his cock out with me still pressed against the wall, and before I can even think, he pushes my panties to the side and slams into me. I cry out and his mouth covers mine in a punishing kiss.

With my back pressed against the wall and Case gripping my ass, I have nothing to do but hold on and revel in every ounce of pleasure he’s extracting from me. I look down between us, and my breath catches in my throat as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.

“Too easy,” he growls. “Again.”

“We don’t—”

My words are cut off as lustpulsesbetween my legs at the sight of him disappearing into me. Case grunts but it’s strangled.

“God, you make me so wet.”

“Fuck, Han.” His voice is tight, but I can’t peel my eyes away from where we’re joined.

“That’s so damn hot.”

“You like watching me slide into you?” Case grits out through clenched teeth.

“Yes.” The breathy voice that responds is unrecognizable to my ears. I can feel a second orgasm building and I whimper as he pistons into me.

I’msoclose—and apparently so is he if his grip on my ass is any indication.

“Fuck baby, touch yourself.”

“Wh-h-hat?” It takes a minute for my brain to catch up to his request, and I must hesitate too long because Case’s mouth captures mine in a soul-stealing kiss.

“Touch your clit, Hannah. Ineedto feel you come again.” The words are harsh against my swollen lips, but this time I obey.

My fingers find my center and I rub fast hard circles and then—I’m absolutely flying. The orgasm is violent as I shatter. It racks my body as each thrust from Case intensifies my pleasure. My vision is practically blurred by the time he roars into my shoulder. Expletives woven in with my name barely penetrate the euphoria that surrounds me.

Staggering backwards, Case collapses onto the bed with me still in his arms, his pants still pulled down to midthigh. The denim feels rough against the overly sensitive skin of my ass, but I don’t care.

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