Page 19 of Trails of Temptation

“You have no idea how long I’ve wondered what you taste like,” he rasped in my ear, one hand coming up to cup my breasts as he dragged his cock out of me all the way before pressing into me again. I wanted to cry at how good it felt, how good he made me feel. “What your sweet pussy feels like—”

His words filling my ears were threatening to push me over the edge again. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted him to unleash himself on me. I wanted to see what this quiet, reserved man was like on the inside. I felt like I was only getting a glimpse of that now.

I pressed my hand to his chest, willing him to stop for a moment. He did, immediately, and his brow furrowed as I pulled away from him and pressed harder against his chest until I got him to move, to obey, to lay with his back against the mattress and me hovering over him.

“Keely—” He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath as I grabbed his cock, pumping my hand up and down in a desperately slow motion while kneeling beside him. He closed his eyes, his hand roving up my spine and back down again in a gentle, featherlight touch. It was his turn to gasp my name and arch off the bed in surprise as I took him in my mouth, sucking deep. “Fuck!”

He tangled his fingers around my arm as I licked and sucked him. I could barely take him in my mouth. He was huge, of course. He would be. Someone as hot and sexy as him wouldn’t be complete without a cock big enough to hurt. A slap on my ass broke me out of my trance and I rose up again, panting, wiping my mouth and looking down at him with a catlike grin.

“Want more, cowboy?” I purred.

Fire flashed behind his eyes.

He grabbed me by the hips and seated me firmly on his cock. All I could do was scream his name as I bent at the waist so my breasts were flush against his chest.

How did the song go? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?

Well, look at me doing just that.

I straightened up and rode him for all I was worth. I chased down my own undoing, my muscles clenching around him as I came, and came, and came, him milking his own release as he roared my name and pinned me to him.

I was spent—totally and achingly spent.

“Keely,” he rasped in my ear. He rolled me over and clutched me to his chest as we lay side by side, both of us panting and trembling. “Why haven’t we done this before now?” He nipped the rim of my ear, sending a fresh wave of desire flooding through me. I ground my ass against his cock, which, to my great delight, was already growing hard again.

“I don’t care,” I panted as he pinched my nipples, then moved his touch lower, his fingers dragging through my core. “I need you now, George.”

His fingers slid in and out of me, slowly, almost painfully slow. My breath hitched. I was a little sore. I’d be sore for the rest of the day and it would be a constant reminder of how much he’d filled and stretched me. God, I was done for, especially now that he was moving over me, crawling backward, dipping his head to run his tongue over my clit.

I gripped the sheets as he worked me with his tongue. He groaned, feasting on me like a starved man.

He spread my legs wider, taking all of me, claiming me as his with his tongue.

And when I came on his fingers again, he claimed me with his cock again, flipping me onto my belly and fucking me from behind.

Who knew the quiet, brooding cowboy was such a beast in bed?

I had no idea what time it was. I didn’t care. Moira would take one look at the smug expression on my face and would know everything that happened without me having to say anything at all.

George gripped my ass as he rode me from behind, then clutched my hips and pulled me up so I was on my knees, open to him. He fisted my hair and thrust into me so deep it made my toes curl and breath catch in my throat.

He circled his fingers over my clit while he pounded into me. “Come for me again, baby,” he said, and it was a command.

I didn’t want this to end. Ever.

“George!” I cried, over and over as I collapsed onto the bed. He gripped my hips and cried out at the same time, my name a prayer on his tongue.

There was no going back now. We both knew it.

I could only pray that when we snapped out of the frenzy, we’d both know how to move forward.

Because no one could ever fuck me like George Neimons just had. And I didn’t want anyone else in his bed but me, ever again.

ChapterTen

George

Keely was naked as she walked across my room and gathered up her clothes. She was totally comfortable with it too, and didn’t shy away as I watched her from the bed where I was still trying to catch my breath. Her hair fell over her shoulders in tight blonde ringlets as she bent at the waist and shrugged on her shorts. She looked up at me, a soft smile on her lips that met her eyes. Her cheeks were pink with exertion.

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