Free Somethin' Dirty: Country Fever, Book 4 by Em Petrova Page B

More cream oozed from her folds to wet his hand. His refusal to go right for the gold heightened her awareness.
    She ran her hands over his spine, reveling in the contours made by hard work. So tough yet soft. A man who could easily heft a bale of hay yet cradle his fragile infant daughter.
    He squeezed Nola’s nether lips around her clit again. The first sparks rolled through her system. I’m going to come and he hasn’t even really touched me.
    “Someday soon I’m going to spend all night tormenting you. But I can’t wait now. I’m taking this hot pussy.”
    She shivered at his dark promise.
    “Reach in my back pocket. Find my wallet. There’s a condom.” He surged upward so she could reach his ass.
    She felt along the hard planes of his backside and found a bulky protrusion in his pocket. She hooked her fingers around an antenna and pulled out the baby monitor.
    A huff of laughter escaped him—the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. She joined him, quaking with a silent giggle as she let the monitor slip to the carpet. Then she found his wallet in the opposite pocket.
    She swallowed hard under his direct gaze and plucked the foil wrapper free of the bills.
    “Get my cock out and put that on me, baby. I want to feel your hands.”
    He leaned back on his knees just enough for her to do his bidding. She took her time, lingering over belt buckle, button and zipper. By the time she got to his boxers and reached for his throbbing shaft, she was crazy for him.
    A bad-boy smirk claimed his lips. When she closed her fingers over his bare length, the smile twisted into a grimace of pleasure.
    “Roll it on nice and slow. I like the build-up. The burn.”
    Before now she hadn’t realized she did too. He shifted his weight, and she realized he was kicking off his boots. One thump then two. She stretched the condom over his straining purple head and slowly encased him in rubber.
    His chest expanded around a deep breath. Was he fighting for control as much as she was? She wanted him to fill her—now.
    He rolled off her and stood beside the sofa to strip off his jeans, underwear and socks. When he stood in full glory, she couldn’t stand it another minute.
    She climbed off the sofa and hooked her thumbs in her panties.
    “No.” His harsh order stopped her dead. Her heart pounded. “I’m in charge.” He dropped to his knees before her and snagged the cotton of her panties in his teeth. She threw her head back as his heated breath washed over her skin.
    Inch by painstaking inch he removed her last garment. Then he spread her thighs with his big hands and drove his tongue right into her soaking pussy.
    She clamped off a cry and tangled her fingers in his hair. He lapped her wet folds, then burrowed deep in her channel. After a few minutes, he pulled free and glided his tongue to the top. His avoidance of her clit was driving her nuts. She rocked forward to bring him closer to it, but he circled below the hard nubbin.
    He swirled his tongue all around her.
    “If you don’t lick my clit, I’m going to scream and wake up Lyric.”
    Again that huff of laughter. She caught his grin, and the knot in her belly tightened.
    “I’m in charge, remember?” He slipped two fingers right into her center. No teasing this time.
    Her body clenched around him, and he groaned. Pumping in and out, he stroked her pussy with his tongue—everywhere except her needy clit. She lost herself to the pressure of his fingers deep in her body and the expert way he curled them in the right spot. No fumbling, inexperienced male. He knew what he wanted and how to get it.
    The orgasm rushed her out of nowhere. Electricity rocketed through her system. Her pussy squeezed hard—then contracted madly around his fingers. He added a third finger, stretching her wider, and she came apart for another long, mind-blowing minute.
    Breathing heavily, she rode the waves of her aftershocks. When had she last had an orgasm that intense? Had it ever happened