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increased the pressure and kissed her with all the hard authority of the cowboy who ruled the arena.
    He dug his cock into her. She bucked upward to meet his thrust, but he moved away. Dragging his bearded jaw between her breasts, cupping them, kneading her nipples.
    “I love this fucking tank top, sugar. All these little buttons…” Her top had a tiny row of decorative buttons down the V-neckline. He plucked each with his teeth. Down, down, and then nuzzled her nipple. His hot breath seared through the fabric. When he closed his lips around the tip, she cried out.
    He sucked her through the cloth until she was straining and the fibers soaking. Passion flared, and she couldn’t look away from his rugged features as he worshipped her breasts.
    Tugging her tank top down, he met bare flesh. Her bra was on the floor, dropped carelessly. He took immediate advantage—sucking her nipple hard. She arched off the bed.
    “God, you’re fucking beautiful. These tits…” he held her gaze as he snaked his tongue over one again, “fit perfectly in my hands. “Your nipples were made to fit in my mouth.”
    She gasped, as turned on by his hot words as the play of his mouth over her needy skin. He took her lips again—an all-possessive kiss that stole her mind and any resistance that might have been floating around inside her body.
    Her top was shoved up, her torso bared. He kissed downward, cupping her pussy in one big, capable hand as he did. She cried out. “Look at me, Avalee.”
    She opened her eyes and met his burning gaze.
    “I’m not finished with you.”
    “I’m not finished with you either.”
    He bit off a growl and slid his arms beneath her, lifting her into a sitting position to kiss her again. Long, mind-rattling kisses that made her forget anything but this man. Then he slowly lowered her to the bed once more, kneeling over her.
    As he pinched her jeans at the ankles, she wiggled free. He tossed her jeans aside, kissing her knee, up her inner thigh, angled right for her aching pussy.
    “I like you commando, sugar. Let me see this sweet little piercing again.” He spread her. Her wet folds parted and she was bared to his stare. Throat working, he ran his tongue over his lips. “Goddamn.” He flicked her clit with a rough forefinger, and she forgot everything but reaching that peak.
    He returned to her breasts, kissing her all over while he thumbed her clit back and forth. She strained toward him, pushing her hips where she needed him most. With a wicked grin, he settled between her legs and speared her with his tongue.
    A dark moan left her, and she clasped his head to her. Each thrust dug a bit more solid ground out from under her. Soon she’d be caught in a landslide. She’d never thought of herself as a thrill-seeker, but the idea of sliding out of control again was fucking exciting as hell.
    “Avaleeeee.” His warm drawl mingled with intense pussy kisses. He looked as if he was devouring her, kissing her there with all the passion he did her mouth. Her insides knotted. “Your pussy’s my fucking wet dream, sugar. So pretty.” He sucked his finger and then thrust it into her channel.
    She clenched around him, bucking harder. Needing the release he’d given her before, but somehow she knew this would be bigger. Her inner muscles quaked and she shuddered beneath his mouth.
    He finger-fucked her faster. She tensed, slipping down the mountainside. She was melting into this beautiful and forbidden cowboy, and right now she hardly cared. Juicy sounds filled the air as he tongued and fingered her. She locked her hands around his head and held him.
    “Mmm,” he rumbled against her swollen pussy. She cried out, and he did it again.
    Pushing her legs up and back, he buried his face between her thighs and got down to business. She jerked in his hold. Her pussy spasmed once—and she was skidding out of control.
    He added a second finger, tossing her higher. Juices spilled over his lips and hand, and she met