Free Espino, Stacey - Her Cowboy Triple Team [Ride 'em Hard 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino

Grant’s eyes.
    “Fine. I’ll go first if that helps.”
    He removed his arms from her waist and yanked off his own shirt. She almost toppled over at the sight of him. Her pussy wept, the need taking her breath away. The man was chiseled and hard. His pecs were defined, and he had small, edible brown nipples. Large collarbones led to a wide expanse of muscled shoulders, perfect for grabbing and holding on to. Kayla felt spineless. Her only thoughts were of licking the cowboy’s body from top to bottom. When her eyes drifted lower, there was a tempting trail of dark-blond hair which disappeared into his low-rise jeans.
    She didn’t know what to say or do. Kayla wanted to whisper that she loved him, scream for him to fuck her, and beg for him not to walk out of her life. The volatile mix of emotion only added to the fuel burning in her cunt.
    “Your turn, baby doll.”
    She knew he deserved better—a woman who was equally young, fit, and attractive, but she was selfish and wanted him for herself. Kayla had passed the point of no return the moment she laid eyes on Grant’s ripped body. She didn’t protest when he gently slid her shirt up over her head.
    Once he tossed the material, he smoothed his hands down her upstretched arms, along her sides, and around the small of her back to pull her closer. He didn’t look repulsed by her little belly rolls.
    Grant heaved her up onto the counter, settling between her legs. He unclasped her bra with ease, letting the cups fall to her lap.
    “Beautiful,” he said, cupping a bare tit in each hand.
    She didn’t have any children, so her breasts were a nice sloping shape, just too damn big. But Grant appeared to relish the fleshy mounds, rubbing his prickly stubble across them as she’d imagined. His hot mouth covered her left areola, suckling and licking. Kayla whimpered, taken off guard by how strongly her body responded to his sinful mouth. She ran her hands over his shoulders and the expanse of his back. How much of this sweet torture could she handle before begging for his cock? Maybe now she’d get a full view of the magnificent specimen, no shadows to obscure her vision.
    “I’m sorry,” he said as he peppered kisses across her chest to her right breast.
    “You already told me that. Now you have to show me how much.” That garnered his full attention. He didn’t move his neck, just his eyes. His wicked glare promised hours of depraved pleasure.
    Grant pressed her down until she was supporting her upper body on her elbows. He rose up, as slow as rising dough. When he licked his thick lips, studying her half-nude figure laid out in front of him, she reached up one hand in an attempt to touch him or pull him closer. He kept his hard pecs teasingly out of reach by leaning back but began the torturously slow process of unbuttoning her jeans.
    “Watch yourself now,” he said before tugging the tight material down the length of her body.
    She had to lean to the side and grab the opposite end of the counter to avoid being yanked off entirely. The rough handling was exactly what she needed right now. Her pussy was too swollen, too ready to deal with sweet words and gentle caresses. She needed a real man, a take-charge cowboy like Grant to give her what she craved.
    He held her legs open at the knees, staring down at her pussy. She could barely brace her heels on the edge of the counter. Her entire body was on display, every roll, dimple, and imperfection.
    “Where should I start?” he said reflectively. She didn’t say a word, trusting him to know how to please her as he did three nights ago. “Maybe a sampling is in order, eh?”
    Grant leaned over, his shoulders pressing her thighs farther apart. His hot tongue swiped her soaking pussy lips. “Oh God,” she called out. Kayla was coiled so tight that she’d come with the slightest amount of stimulation.
    “You’re ripe, darlin’.” After another skilled lick, he rose between her legs. He massaged her breast