Free Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 by Cynthia D’Alba Page A

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    His breathing was ragged and strained. Of their own accord, his hips moved in a piston motion, shoving his cock in and out of her luscious mouth. She closed her lips around the cockhead when he nearly pulled completely out and dragged her tongue across the slit.
    Her sigh and moan almost made him come. He had to shut his eyes and concentrate to hold off his climax.
    He wanted to protest when he felt her hot, soft lips lift from his penis, but he only managed a groan when she licked her way down to his testicles. Using the pointed tip of her tongue, she touched the sac carefully, reassuring him she recognized the sensitivity of the area. Then using the flat plane of her tongue, she lapped his balls, moving them inside their pouches, rolling them gently into her mouth, between her lips.
    He no longer heard the ocean sounds or the birds or the wind. The pounding of his blood in his ears drowned out everything else. The vision of KC between his legs, licking his balls and sucking his cock blinded him to everything else around them. They could be on Sugar Island or the moon. He didn’t know and didn’t care.
    “Don’t stop,” he was able to grunt out. “Feels so good.”
    Her gaze rolled up to his face and met his. She released his ball sac and licked under it. The tissue there was thin and sensitive and no woman had ever used her tongue on him there. The hand holding her hair fisted harder. He knew he was pulling, but the intense pressure inside was building to an exquisitely painful level. In a minute, he was going to explode, much like a bottle rocket.
    She made her way back up, stroking him with her tongue and mouth while jacking him with her hands.
    “That’s it, KC. I can’t take anymore,” he said with a groan.
    Damn woman didn’t stop. She sucked him deep. He thought he was going to die when he reached the back of her throat and he was able to go a small distance down into it.
    His back arched. His hips flexed as he tried to push deeper.
    She moaned, the sound producing a vibration against his cockhead.
    The pleasure was too much, the pressure too great. He rocked his hips.
    “I’m going to come, KC. Pull away if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
    Instead of drawing her head back, she sucked harder, her cheeks indented in a sexy hollow.
    He shoved his cock as deep as it would go and exploded.
    “Fuck,” he said.
    She released his cock and grinned. “Nope. Blow job.”

Chapter Seven
    For the rest of that week, the days were filled with various activities offered by the resort. Tennis. Snorkeling. Sunbathing.
    KC tried her hand at surfing, but after a few solid wipeouts she decided the spa was more her speed. However, she loved sitting in the sand on the beach and watching Drake’s moves as he rode the waves. If her stealthy glances around were any indication, the other women there were also feasting their eyes on his scrumptious ripped muscles as he twisted and adjusted to the toss of the waves.
    If possible, his stunning blond hair was getting lighter every day in the sun and his tan was getting darker. Other women at the resort watched him with lust and longing and her with undisguised envy.
    And yes, other women ogling Drake shot shards of red-hot possessiveness through her. Her response was to jump up and meet him as he waded in from his ride and give him as scalding a kiss as she was capable of giving. Let them feast on that.
    One day when she’d gone back to the suite for a hat she’d forgotten, she stepped onto their terrace in time to see three women hitting on him as he sat in a beach chair near the water’s edge. She’d stood on the terrace and watched for a while. From this distance, she could tell he was giving them the brush-off. While her green-eyed monster roared inside, it was still thrilling and sexy as hell to know he was hers and not available to any other female, at least not for another five days.
    After those five days? She didn’t know what, if anything,