Free Cowboy Player: Cowboy Cocktail, Book 3 by Mia Hopkins Page A

her chest. Her hands tightened their death grip on the rails. Each lash of his tongue amplified the lust coursing in her veins. Her ears filled with the wicked sound of his licking as he drew more arousal from deep inside her. Their first night together, he’d taken his time. Tonight, he had her number and there was nothing tentative about his intent.
    Before she could register what was happening, Clark ran the tip of his tongue around the crown of her clit, then pressed down hard, sending jolts of pleasure to her brain. An intense orgasm seized her at once. Melody threw her head back and looked up sightless at the night sky as blood and dopamine coursed through her. Clark’s tongue was relentless. He continued to lick and suck on her, drawing out her climax as she trembled and gasped. She’d never come so fast.
    Without a word, Clark picked her up again and threw her over his shoulder like a caveman. He dropped her on the bed and, standing over her, took off his pants. Melody, still twitching, reached forward and slid her hand over his erection. He was hot and rigid. As her fingers trailed over him, she still had trouble reconciling that this big, perfect cock was attached to her best friend, the guy she’d grown up with.
    His eyes blazed with lust. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand away.
    “Not yet.” The deep rumble of his voice washed over her.
    He stroked himself as she watched. The slick tip of his cock swelled and his shaft grew darker and thicker. In response, her tender pussy clenched and grew even wetter. Her thighs were streaked with slickness.
    “Touch yourself,” he commanded.
    Eyes locked on his, Melody reached between her legs and ran her fingers over the soaked, swollen lips of her pussy. Her clit was still tender from his tongue. Instead of touching it, she pressed the tip of her middle finger into her opening, then drew it out.
    “Deeper,” he said. He took his cock in his fist and began to pump harder. “All the way.”
    She did it. She was slick and tight. When Clark licked his lips, her smooth inner muscles tightened around her finger.
    “Goddamn.” He reached into the overnight bag by the bed and rolled on a condom. Then he sat down on the bed with his legs straight in front of him on the mattress. “Come here. Face the door.”
    Melody crawled to him in the dark. She climbed into his lap in reverse cowgirl. When his shaft brushed her inner thigh, she jumped as if he were made of red-hot metal. Clark put his hands on her waist and drew her back towards him. In full control of her body, he took his shaft and pressed the plump head against her opening. Then, again without warning, he grabbed her hips and thrust upward, impaling her on his steel-hard cock.
    Christ.
    The bite of pain. The agonizing stretching. The delicious fullness. He made small circles with his hips, working his way even deeper into her. They groaned in unison, ecstasy coming down on them like a hot drizzle from heaven.
    “You are so fucking tight,” he said. She pressed her lower back against his rigid torso. He reached up to knead her aching breasts in his hands. Melody hissed as he pinched her nipples—gently at first, then not so gently. “I thought about you. Constantly. Did you know that, Mel? Did you know how much I wanted you? I jacked off every night. I jacked off every morning. Like some kind of fucking teenager.” He squeezed her breasts and thrust deep. She couldn’t move, paralyzed by pleasure. “In fact, just like when I was a teenager. I jacked off for you back then too.”
    She pressed down on him and clenched her muscles as tightly as she could around his shaft. With a tortured groan, Clark let go and leaned back on the mattress.
    “Ride me,” he murmured.
    Melody bent forward and balanced her hands on his shins. She raised her hips, sliding slowly up and down his cock, clenching on the upstroke like she was milking him.
    “Yes,” he whispered. “Like that.”
    When she looked over her