Page 101 of Take My Kiss
“Oh, c’mon. That’s cruel.” I groan, glancing down at his bare chest and nipple piercings. “Pure torture.”
“Mm, I saw the way you looked at me wearin’ one last weekend. Thought I’d give you a personal show.”
I lick my lips, nearly drooling at how sexy he looks right now.
“Hm…that’s very temptin’, cowboy.” I drag the pad of my finger down his body, over the dimples of his ab muscles, and through the happy trail that leads below his slacks. “But maybe…”
Stealing his hat, I place it on my head. “I should wear it tonight instead.”
The heat in his eyes makes me grin with excitement.
“Fuck.” He growls. “Yes…absolutely, yes.”
Without warning, he lifts and hoists me over his shoulder, and I squeal when he smacks my ass.
“Colton!” I whisper-hiss. “You can’t just manhandle me!”
“I beg to differ.” He chuckles, swatting my butt again as he walks toward his room. “You’re wearin’ my hat.”
“What’s that mean?”
I hold onto it when he tosses me on the mattress and towers above me. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. That’s the rule.”
Narrowing my eyes, I sit up on my elbows. “Did you just make that up?”
“Nope.” He removes his belt and then undoes his cuff links before lowering the zipper on his black slacks. “It’s basically a marriage proposal. All cowboys know a woman is off-limits once she wears another man’s hat.”
“You set me up,” I quip, but I’m not complaining. I like the idea of being claimed by him. “You knew I’d put it on my head when you came out wearin’ it.”
He grabs my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed, then glides his palms under my dress and weaves his fingers into my panties. “Dunno what you’re talkin’ ’bout.”
“Mhm.” I lift my hips so he can slide them down. “You’d be more convincin’ if you weren’t pitchin’ a tent right now.”
“Darlin’, I’m always hard ’round you.” He tosses my panties to the side, then kneels. “But tonight, I’m gonna take my time with you until we’re both properly edged.”
He slowly kisses his way between my thighs. His lips brush over my stretch marks, pressing softly as he licks over them.
“Colt,” I whine, fisting his hair and arching deeper into his touch. “Closer.”
“Patience, baby.” He teases my opening with two fingers. “I’m in no hurry.”
As much as I want to complain about how he’s torturing me by not giving in to what I want, I can’t deny how good it feels to have his undivided attention.
He continues moving up my stomach, kissing over my surgery scars and sucking my nipples, then slides my dress up until I’m able to remove it completely. Once fully naked, he dives between my legs, wraps my thighs around his shoulders, and licks up my slit before capturing my clit between his teeth.
I’ve never been with a man who loves eating pussy as much as he does, and it’s made me realize just how much I’ve missed out on. Not only does he make sure I get off at least twice before sinking inside me, but he also feasts like he’s never enjoyed anything more.
Between his moaning and rotating his fingers inside me, it doesn’t take long before his face is covered in my orgasm.
“That’s one,” he murmurs, sliding up my body. “Let’s aim for five.”
“Are you tryin’ to kill me?” I pant, looking up at his wicked grin.
“You can take it, love.” He winks, then presses his lips to mine. “Gonna get your toy and the lube. Don’t move.”
When he returns, he hands them to me. “Get started. I wanna watch you.”
He stands at the foot of the bed and slowly unbuttons his shirt. I spread my legs and place the tip of the toy on my clit.
