Free Second Hope Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver Page A

left his lungs as she sucked him in deeper, way to the back of her throat and the constriction tightened around his tip. She knew what he liked—knew everything about him, and her skill came with knowledge. She moved her lips and tongue over him expertly, rolling and sucking all of the fluttering flesh. Quick deep moans vibrated her throat, sending pulses sweeping up his girth.
    She pulled back slightly, looking up at him through a wide sweep of dark lashes. She allowed him to slip from her mouth, but she wasn’t finished and swept her tongue along the slit in his head. Watching her tongue move over him, the movement of her lovely lips was almost too much. A pearl of cum oozed from his tip and she dipped her tongue out and lapped it up.
    Way too much…
    Pulling back, he grasped her shoulders and gently pushed her back onto the comforter. He needed to taste her, to give her the pleasure he once took for granted.
    He skimmed his gaze over her and sucked in a deep breath. She was more beautiful than ever. From angelic face to beautiful tits, flat stomach to the small patch of hair leading to her most sensitive part. He wanted to remember the moment, have it embedded in his mind.
    Laying his hands on her knees and slowly sliding his fingers along her quivering inner thighs, he pushed her legs open to a wide V. Room for him to sample her wet pussy that awaited his taking.
    He situated his body between her thighs and a faint smell of musk, and a stronger scent of vanilla, welcomed him. He slid his finger across the creamy slit…she was ready—damn was she ready— but he wanted to lick her juices, lap up every slick sweetness.
    Using his thumbs to part her, he slid his tongue along the soft curves, and stopped at the pink nub to suckle the bead. Her body trembled and she moaned loudly. God, he’d missed the sounds of their lovemaking.
    She bucked her hips and he needed to control the reins. He slipped his middle finger into her opening and rolled the digit around the tight, coiled muscle. He thrust in and out, in and out, her breathing became more labored. Her lips shuddered. Her back arched and her fingernails dug into his scalp as she held on for the ride. He laid his arms across her stomach, steadying her bucks as her scent became stronger. Her juices became thicker—tastier.
    Sliding his finger out of her opening, he pushed away, hovering above her. He stared down at her plump lips that needed attention. He brought his mouth down and their tongues met in a duel of need, a dance of desire. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her close as she scraped her nails down his back.
    “Hold on a second, baby.” He stood up, practically tore his jeans from his legs and threw them across the room. He heard a ding and then a crash. He didn’t even look to see what he’d broken. He didn’t care. The only thing he focused on was the woman lying on his bed, inviting him to thrust into her body.
    She reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, and pumped her hand along the length. He reached into the bedside table and grabbed a foil packet. Their gazes met as he ripped it open and fixed the thin sheath across his erection.
    Placing his knees on the edge of the bed, he leaned above her, gazes still connected. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
    “More than you will ever understand.”
    There was more to her meaning than the simple answer, but he didn’t have time to dissect her meaning. He couldn’t wait another second. He lowered himself against her, guiding himself to her center, and slid deep into her moist passage. Her womanly perfume tickled his senses and he knew that was her natural smell. A woman like Hope didn’t need cologne or flowery scents to hide her dessert-like smell.
    Her arms enclosed his body and her knees came up along his hips, giving him deeper access to every part of her. He plunged in and out, pounding her flesh.
    “Yes, Tucker, yes!” Her voice filled the recesses of the cloud