She’s a wet dream.
I increase the speed gradually, mesmerized by the sight of her.Then I turn it up a notch too high.The bull bucks hard, and Amelia flies off, a startled yelp escaping her as she tumbles toward the padded floor.
I’m there before she lands, catching her against my chest.For a moment, we’re frozen—her body pressed to mine, her breath warm against my neck, her hands clutching my shoulders.
“You did that on purpose,” she accuses, but there’s no anger in her voice.
“Maybe.”I don’t set her down.Instead, my hold tightens as I stare at her.“We need to talk, Amelia.”
“No, we don’t.”Her voice waivers slightly and, to my surprise, she doesn’t push me away.Instead, she lifts her chin, and those expressive eyes of hers meet mine.I wait for them to heat with anger, but all I see is longing and desire.
My hands slide up her back, one cradling the nape of her neck as I pull her mouth to mine.The moment our lips connect, it’s like a match to gasoline.I drag the tie from her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders.
Her lips part on a gasp, and I take full advantage, deepening the kiss, tasting her with long, hungry strokes of my tongue.And the best part of is that she kisses me back.
Just as hungrily.
Just as desperate.
“Fuck,” I growl against her mouth when she bites my bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth.My hands tighten on her, one sliding down to grab her ass, pressing her against my rigid cock.
Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging just hard enough to make my scalp tingle as she angles my head, taking control of the kiss.I let her have it for a moment, enjoying the way she explores my mouth, her tongue sliding against mine in a dance that’s both familiar and brand new.
I back her up against the wall beside the mechanical bull, pinning her with my hips as I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck.I find that spot just below her ear that used to make her crazy, and when I suck on it, she moans so loud it echoes in the empty bar.
“Maddox,” she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt.
I love it when she calls my name like that.
All breathless and needy.
Like I’m the only man who can give her what she wants.
What she fucking needs.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard, her lips swollen and red from my kisses, her eyes glazed with want.I rest my forehead against hers, still holding her tight against me.
“The pool table,” she whispers, her eyes darting to the green felt across the room.
I carry her across the empty bar, knocking a few chairs out of the way with my hip.Her mouth never leaves mine.
Hot and hungry.
So fucking demanding.
I set her on the edge of the pool table, my fingers immediately moving to the button on her jeans.
“Anyone could walk in,” she pants, helping me tug her jeans down her legs.“Better make it quick, cowboy.”
I push her back until she’s lying across the pool table and drag her panties down her legs, not caring if they tear.Then I drop to my knees, spreading her thighs wide.Her pussy glistens, already wet for me.I run my tongue through her folds, savoring her taste as she arches off the table.Her fingers thread through my hair and she pulls hard, snapping my head back and forcing me to rip my mouth off her delicious cunt.
“We don’t have time for that,” she pants.“Get on your feet, drop your pants, and fuck me before I change my mind.”
I lick my lips and shake my head.
“It doesn’t work like that, baby.I’m the one calling the shots and I haven’t had my fill of your cunt yet.Now, be a good girl and take your tits out.I want you to play with them while I eat you.”
I don’t wait for her to oblige.I push her legs wider and go back to devouring her like the starved man I am, my tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her.Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and I grip them tighter, holding her open as I suck and nip at her clit.
