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

shoulder, she saw that Clark’s lips were parted and his eyes were narrow. He was staring at her, mesmerized. The expression on his face emboldened her, and she speeded up the pace. He groaned again and shifted his hands to her hips where he held her steady, adjusting her speed and depth as if she were his own personal sex toy. Melody was so aroused, she could feel her own wetness dripping all over his lower abs and thighs. Under her fingers, his skin was slick with sweat. Through the faint traces of his aftershave, she could smell the clean sweat of his body, a scent she’d forever associate with heat and lust. She rode him until they were both delirious.
    “Does this feel good?” she whispered.
    “Sweetheart, it feels amazing.”
    Sweetheart. She closed her eyes and relished the sound of that word coming out of his mouth. She’d never been anybody’s sweetheart before.
    “I think you need to fly again,” he said.
    He pushed her forward and she caught herself on her hands. She squeaked in surprise, but he caught her hips and raised them so that she could get to her knees. When she was balanced on all fours, Clark adjusted himself inside her, grabbed her hips once more and gave her a half-dozen slow, shallow thrusts, digging the head of his cock against a delicious place inside her. When he reached around and stroked her clit with the pad of his forefinger, Melody wailed with unrestrained pleasure.
    “You like that, don’t you, Mel?”
    Her voice was broken. “God, yes.”
    He did it again. Six thrusts, all aimed with laser precision at her G-spot. His wicked finger swirled her clit. The delicious sensations overloaded her system. She could feel another enormous orgasm waiting in the wings, ready to come onstage and make her sing.
    “Say my name,” he said. The sweet man she knew was gone. In his place was this potent lover who turned her on in every way.
    “Clark.”
    He pulled the move again. Six taps on her G-spot. The hot swirl of his finger.
    “Say, ‘Fuck me, Clark’,” he demanded.
    She was breathing so hard her mouth could barely form the words. “Fuck me, Clark.”
    He licked his thumb. When he brushed the ultrasensitive opening of her ass, Melody clenched up around his cock.
    “Shh,” he said. “Let me in. Just a little.”
    The strokes were featherlight, strange but hot as hell. Aroused out of her mind, Melody murmured, “Yes.”
    At once, Clark pressed in to the first joint of his thumb. He speeded up the strokes on her clit. When he hit her G-spot once more, Melody bore down involuntarily, then seized up and froze.
    “Yes. Fuck yes,” Clark whispered.
    She clamped down hard on Clark’s shaft. A full-body orgasm grabbed hold of her at once. She came so hard that she was screaming before she realized she’d made a sound. Clear, sweet liquid spurted out of her in time to the wild pulsations of her pussy. What had he done to her? This was more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her whole life, concentrated into a single beam of ecstasy.
    Before she’d finished her climax, Clark withdrew his thumb and pushed down on the middle of her back until she was leaning on her forearms. Her face was nearly buried in the bedsheets, her back was arched and her ass was up in the air. He grabbed her hips once more and thrust again, this time with such force that she wailed again.
    But Clark didn’t make a sound. He slammed his cock into her over and over, withdrawing so far that every time he thrust forward, he seemed to go deeper and deeper. Her pussy stretched mercilessly around him. She would be hurting if not for the fact that she was drowning in her own arousal, her body slick from two orgasms and primed to take a beating. She grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets and braced her knees against the mattress. His grip on her hips tightened as he pounded her like an animal. But Melody relished it, this unleashed sensuality, this secret side of Clark that she didn’t know existed. He was beautiful and