She was driving him mad, turning him on like no woman had ever done before. His hips surged forward, thrusting into her teasing strokes. He dragged her up against him with a groan, capturing her sassy little mouth beneath his in a hard, hungry kiss, making her moan softly. He was taking control now.
His hands moved between them to mold her breasts through the shimmery pink silk. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. He worked open the remaining buttons to slip his hands inside, finding the soft, supple flesh he was seeking.
A sound, almost like a purr, caught in her throat as his thumbs grazed the hardened tips of her nipples. He considered ending the kiss to take one of those eager nipples into his mouth, but he couldn’t get enough of her fervently thrusting tongue.
He relinquished his grasp on her breasts to move further downward. Dragging her torn skirt up her hips, he slipped his hand into the skimpy little panties she wore.
“Oooh,” she moaned, her fingers curling into the back of his suit jacket.
The need to have her, city girl or not, raged through him. Cupping her ass, he lifted her against him. “A real cowboy knows how to make a woman want,” he breathed against her parted lips as he backed her up against the side of the truck next to the open door.
She wrapped her long legs around his waist, her hips gyrating against his in unspoken need.
“Is this what you were looking for, darlin’?” he rasped between hunger-driven kisses.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Fair warning. You’re about to have a real cowboy fucking you, right here, right now if you don’t stop grinding against me that way.”
“What if I want you to fuck me right here, right now?” she asked, wriggling determinedly atop his straining cock.
She wanted this. But did he? He’d sworn off her type a long time ago. The subtle scent of vanilla and something lightly floral drifted past him, teasing his heightened senses all the more. Then Jillian Summers grinded against him again. Hell, yes, he wanted this! Wanted her.
Muttering a curse, he turned away from the truck, her legs still wrapped snuggly about his waist, and headed toward the trees lining that side of the road.
He carried her just out of sight of the road and lowered her onto the cool grass beneath a towering maple. “Why me?”
“Do you make it a habit to lie to women?” she asked, looking up at him.
Lord she was pretty, lying there with her long auburn hair fanned out across the grass like spreading wildfire. Her lips swollen from his kisses. “No,” he answered honestly.
“Then I’m doing this because you assure me you’re a real cowboy and that’s exactly what I need right now.”
He moved over her. “Darlin’, you’re crazy.”
She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with desire. “Maybe so, but I know that I want this. Want you.”
He undid the zipper at the side of her skirt, dragging it down over her hips and then down her slender legs until she could kick free of it.
“Your skin is so damn soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He pulled back, letting his gaze move over her nearly naked form.
“And yours is so hard,” she replied running her hands up the front of his dress shirt.
Hard didn’t even come close to describe the flesh covering a certain part of him. Looking down, he pushed aside the slender strip of white silk covering her pussy, revealing springy auburn curls, a shade darker than her hair. With a groan of approval, he dipped a finger between the cum slickened lips of her sex.
She moaned softly, arching into his touch.
“So fucking wet,” he ground out as heat pooled in his groin and desire lengthened his cock more than he ever thought possible.
The raw hunger she saw in his eyes as he stroked her pushed Jillian deeper and deeper into the sexual frenzy they’d been swept up in. All rational thought had been left behind along the distant roadside. In its place, a deep, primal need she’d never before experienced took over. She squirmed, her body aching to feel his cock driving into it. Needing to hear his groans of pleasure with each hard, unrelenting thrust of his lean hips.
Reaching between them, she fumbled at the buttons on his shirt. “I need this off,” she panted impatiently. Needed to run her hands over the hard, muscular flesh that lay beneath it.
“Let me,” he said, pushing her hands aside as he ripped his shirt open, sending buttons scattering into the thick blades of grass around them.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed as she reached up to run her hands over the sculpted contours of his muscular chest. He was rock hard. Every single part of him.
He gave her lacy bra a tug downward, freeing a taut nipple to his heated gaze. “Yes, is right,” he said as he bent to take the hardened tip into his mouth.
She arched into the heat of his sensual kiss.
He freed the other breast, cupping it as he feasted on the other. “Your breasts are so big,” he mumbled against her damp flesh.
“Too big,” she countered.
“Just right,” he said as he moved on to the other breast, circling the taut peak with his tongue.
She whimpered, arching upward.
“This is what it feels like to have a real cowboy take you into his mouth,” he said, drawing her puckered flesh between his parted lips.
Cum dripped from her pussy, soaking into her thong.
“I need to taste you,” her cowboy warned as his mouth moved down the flat expanse of her stomach.
Her pulse flittered wildly as his lips skimmed over the sensitive flesh in teasing kisses. Her legs parted wantonly. “Jackson...”
“I know, darlin’.” Edging his fingers under the waistband of her thong, he tugged lightly, drawing the sliver of silk up between the slick lips of her pussy.
Jillian squirmed needily. He was driving her crazy. “You. I want you there instead.”
He slipped a finger beneath the damp silk to stroke her. “Damn, you’re wet. So very fucking wet.”
“Jackson, please...”
He withdrew his hand, eliciting a groan of protest from her parted lips, and tugged again at the thong. “Please what, Jillian? Please slide my tongue along your slit instead?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He dragged her thong downward, tossing it aside. Then he sat back. “Spread your legs for me, Jillian. All the way. I wanna see you.”
His words had her quivering with need. Looking up at him, she parted her thighs and waited for what seemed like forever as his dark, scrutinizing gaze moved over her.
A slow smile spread across his handsome face. “Nice. Now I need to know if you taste as sweet as you look.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as his mouth touched her there. Pressed into the swollen folds of her weeping pussy, the hint of whiskers on his jaw only adding to the fiery sensation sweeping through her. Then came her undoing – his eagerly thrusting tongue.
This was what she’d wanted. To feel his tongue slipping between her cum-dampened flesh, caressing her, lapping at her juices.
He continued the sensual torment, his strokes slow and teasing. “Mmm...” he breathed against her over-sensitive flesh. “Definitely as sweet.”
She tunneled her fingers through his dark hair, her legs trembling. Throwing back her head, she writhed under the sensual assault of his mouth.
He lifted his head, watching her with a cocky grin. “That’s it, darlin’, show me how good it feels when I fuck your sweet body with my mouth. When I love your tight little pussy with my tongue.”
His fingers joined into the fray, stroking her clit while his tongue continued to thrust in and out at a maddening pace.
Jillian couldn’t stop the orgasm from ripping through her. Crying out his name, she bucked her hips in protest of the sensual riptide dragging her under.
Jackson backed away just long enough to kick off his shoes and shove his pants and underwear down his leans hips. His cock, no doubt stretched to its limit, drew her appreciative gaze.
“Like
what you see?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
“Very much so.”
He moved over her and she reached out to touch him, but he stilled her hand. “Darlin’, I’m so hot and bothered right now I’m not sure I could take your touching me.”
She let her hands fall to her sides, her fingers curling into the warm grass beneath her.
“Damn,” he swore, sitting back on his heels.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, lifting her head.
“One second.”
She watched as he grabbed for his pants and pulled out his wallet. A second later he was holding a foil packet between his pinched fingers.
He tore it open and then rolled the condom onto his awaiting cock. She imagined what it would be like to run her tongue along that same veined flesh. To cover his cock with her mouth and suck him until he exploded into her mouth.
“Now where were we?” he teased in a husky whisper as he moved over her. Pushing her thighs further apart, he pressed the swollen head of his cock into her - slowly. “So wet,” he groaned.
“Fuck me, cowboy,” she demanded. “Fuck me now!”
He thrust into her. Hard. Deep. Merging his body with hers.
“That’s it,” she gasped as he pumped his cock into her.
“On the contrary,” he warned with a grin. “This is only the beginning of what I’m gonna do to you, darlin’.”
“Lucky for me you’re a man of your word,” she replied as she curled her legs around his thrusting hips. This was exactly what she’d been missing in her life.
CHAPTER THREE
Jackson’s ranch was sprawling, set against a beautiful backdrop of towering mountains. The jagged peaks rose high up into the distant sky, cast in a red-gold hue by the setting sun.
Miles of fenced in fields lined the drive back to the ranch house. Behind the barbed wire cattle and horses grazed lazily. Jackson flashed her a wide grin as they turned up a long, winding drive toward a large ranch house.
“This is it,” he said. “My place.”
Several smaller outbuildings surrounded the main house. It was exactly what she’d imagined a real ranch would be like. Jillian’s heartbeat quickened. He truly was a cowboy. One she’d just had hot, passionate sex with.
Her cheeks warmed at the memory of the things they’d done together. He’d made her orgasm twice and then pulled out and turned her over, sliding into her ass while his fingers played with her still pulsing pussy. No man had ever taken her that way, but the feel of him pushing into her, filling the tightness of her hole with his cock, made her wonder why she hadn’t. She came again and she wasn’t the only one. After just a few, teeth gritting strokes, Jackson let out an impassioned howl that rivaled her own passionate cries. It was the best sex she’d ever had.
“You okay?”
The question cut through the silence in the truck cab. She turned from the passenger window to look at him - Jackson Burke, her cowboy lover.
“Yes,” she sighed contentedly. “It’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man.”
“You prefer females?” There was a hint of interest in his teasing words.
She laughed. “No. I prefer men, with the exception of one.” The tilt of his dark head had her adding, “I ended a two year relationship six months ago. My girlfriends convinced me to step outside of my men-in-suit-and-tie comfort zone and come here in search of a whole different breed of man.”
“Remind me to thank them,” he said with a sexy grin.
He’d have to get in line. Without them forcing her to take this sexual reawakening journey alone, she might never have crossed paths with Jackson. At least not alone. And she wanted this man all to herself.
Her gaze drifted over him. “Although you sort of made me break the rules.”
“Did they stipulate a cowboy not wearing a suit and tie?”
“Not exactly,” she said with a conspiratorial smile.
“Then I reckon you got the best of both worlds.”
“I suppose I did. But even better than that, I got to test the sexual waters with a cowboy who really knows how to satisfy a woman.”
“Glad to be of help,” he said with a teasing waggle of his dark brows. He pulled up in front of his ranch house and cut the engine. Then he turned to face her. “Being serious for moment,” he said. “What happened back there between us...”
“You mean the really, really hot sex?” she teased.
He nodded. “Hell, I’ve never been so damned aroused. But I wanna apologize if I was overly aggressive.”
“Don’t apologize. I liked it,” she admitted. “A lot.” She slid her hand across the seat to caress his thigh through the dark grey dress pants he wore so well. “Thank you for making my cowboy fantasy come true.”
“My pleasure, ma’am,” he said with a slow drawl that made her pulse race.
“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she admitted, much to her own surprise. “Had a one night stand with a guy I barely know.”
“I think that would be considered a one afternoon stand,” he teased. “Having regrets?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Just trying to digest it all.”
“So you’re more of a committed kind of gal?”
He had no idea. “I was.”
“Was?”
“Since catching my ex screwing around on me, I’ve had a change of heart where the whole commitment thing is concerned.”
“I know what you mean.” His expression grew more serious. “I got burned once myself.”
“Was she a fool? If I had a man like you in my life...” She blushed and turned her attention to the house outside of the passenger window. “Nice place.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you.”
“I’m over it.” Not the trust issue part of her break up, but she was over her ex.
“I’m not sure what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but I hope you know a real man would have gotten out of the relationship first.”
She glanced back at him. “Are you saying you’ve never cheated on a woman you were in a relationship with?”
He shook his head. “Truth is, I only invested into a real relationship once in my life, but things didn’t work out. And it had nothing to do with another woman.”
He seemed sincere. “I’ve heard it said that cowboys live by a different code of honor,” she said with a smile.
“Reckon so,” he said with a chuckle. Then he reached out to caress her cheek, something changing in his eyes. “Stay with me, Jillian.”
“What?” She could scarcely think with him touching her that way, not when she knew how quickly that tender touch could turn into one of passion. Knew the incredible pleasure that same gently stroking hand could bring her.
“For the week,” he replied. “Forget the dude ranch and stay here with me.”
His offered surprised her. “Spend my vacation here?”
“Why not? You’re looking for a cowboy to ride and I’m offering.”
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