Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“Ella’s birthday,” Ava murmurs. “Has to be, right?”
“Good guess. Best day of my life.”
She grins. “It really is, isn’t it?”
“Only started getting tattoos after becoming a dad. That weird?”
“That’s hot.”
“How hot? Open those legs and show me how wet I make you.”
Chuckling against my lips, she does as I told her. She scoots back a little on the bed, her knees falling open to reveal the hot pink heaven of her slit. She touches herself, her first two fingers gliding easily through her slickness as she moans my name.
I smile. Never gets old, hearing a gorgeous girl say your name when she realizes just how wet she is for you.
Giving myself another stroke, my balls tightening to an almost-painful degree, I climb onto the bed beside her. She takes my face in her hands and pulls me down for a deep, messy kiss.
Then, without warning, I feel something land on my head. Opening my eyes, I see that Ava’s not wearing her hat anymore.
I am.
“Hold up, hold up,” I say, cupping the crown of the hat in my hand. “I thought the saying was wear the hat, ride the cowboy?”
Her eyes flash. “You clearly haven’t been hanging out with enough cowgirls. The saying works both ways—you wear my hat, you ride the cowgirl.”
“Question.”
“Shoot.”
“Can the cowgirl ride me too if I ask her?”
Licking her lips, she falls onto her back, her hair a golden halo around her head on the pillow. “Let’s see what kind of stamina you got.”
“Did you not see me tonight?” Climbing over her, I settle myself between her legs. “I didn’t ride near as well as you did, but I still rode hard. I ain’t a quitter.”
“You’re not.”
My heart cramps when she runs her fingertips tenderly through the hair on my chest.
“Love me, Sawyer. Please.”
“Aw, baby, like you even need to ask.” Hiking her knee up to my side, I lift my hips. “Put me inside you. I been dyin’ for this all night. All day.”
Ava wraps her hand around my swollen length and guides it to her center. My head meets with her softness, and I bite back a groan. The feel of her raw, her baring herself to me in a very real show of trust, has my blood blaring.
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, and she closes her eyes and kisses me back with equal fervor, her tongue gliding hungrily against mine. It’s like she’s drinking deep and still can’t get enough.
I prop myself up on one forearm and use my free hand to shove up her shirt and bra. Thumbing her nipple, I sink all the way inside her on a hard, unhurried stroke. The pressure and the pleasure are unreal.
Ava whimpers, her legs wrapping around me so that her heels are digging into my ass, urging me deeper. Her hand is on my face. The other is in my hair at my nape.
I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s a wild sense of certainty, one born of the searing need that rips through my blood. Right now, wrapped up in her body and the warmth of her bed, I’m gripped by the feeling that this woman is never, ever going to let me go.
“Look at me,” I growl into her mouth as I wrap my hand around her throat. “Open your eyes, pretty girl.”
Her eyes flutter open and lock on mine as I begin to thrust. I draw back, using my abdominals to keep the stroke steady and thorough as I pump into her. Then I swivel my hips at the apex of my thrust so I’m able to graze her clit. I use the hand I have on her throat to hold her still, my grip firm but gentle.
“Honey.” Her eyes are hazy. “What lesson is this?”
“The one where you learn no one else is gonna fuck you like I do.”
I pull back, thrust forward. Her tits bounce. I move my hand from her throat, stopping to tweak her nipple before thumbing her clit.
“Where you learn you only wanna make love to me, because I ride as hard and as good as you do.”
Ava’s mouth falls open as her pussy contracts around me, making our fit so tight that it almost hurts. “You do. Honey, oh, you do.”
“Only me.”
I circle her clit faster. Her legs begin to shake. I rock into her in a steady, slow rhythm that has her eyes going heavy-lidded.
“Only you. Give it to me, pretty girl. Come. You’re close. Let go and let me catch you, yeah?”
Her fingertips graze my cheekbone as her eyes bore into mine. “Only if you let me catch you too.”
Too late. I’ve already fallen so fast, so hard.
We’re both sweating, our bodies getting slick, skin damp with exertion.
“Go, Ava,” I bite out. I shove inside her, pressing my thumb to her clit.