Free The Reluctant Virgin [Ride 'em Hard 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino

awkward around. Now he was everything. A man. A lover. Something to be taken seriously, not for granted.
    “I knew you were sugar and spice,” he said. He crept down the length of her body, leaving a trail of hot, moist kisses. When he reached her stomach, she had to hold back a giggle from the ticklish flutters. But the butterflies diminished when he tugged off her panties, leaving her completely exposed. “God, Cindy, you have no idea how badly I want you.”
    She wanted to scream for him to take her if he claimed to want her so bad. Mostly because she felt the same desperation. Her body was coiled tight, her inner walls contracting in deep waves. She was exposed in the open fields, feeling a titillating surge of naughtiness. This was dirty, hard-core loving. Exactly what she fantasized sex with a cowboy would be like. Any minute and she’d kiss her virginity goodbye. Although she felt a twinge of trepidation, she was more anxious to continue than anything. She trusted Matthew. There was something wholesome about him just as she now discovered he had a darker side, one she wanted to embrace.
    He kissed her inner thighs, the sensations scattering along her skin. When she realized what he planned to do, she tensed. “Matthew, don’t…”
    “Just a sample, like you said.” Then, without further warning, he lapped his warm tongue along her moist folds. She called out, taken off guard by the power of such intimate contact. She was completely lost, engrossed by the movement of his tongue and lips over her swollen clit. “Relax, baby girl.”
    She did. Cindy loosened her legs, allowing them to drop to the sides. She closed her eyes, absorbing the warmth from the sun and the erotic heat burning in her cunt. As she gave in to Matthew’s ministrations, she realized she hadn’t once worried about her leg since he’d started. He had even flung both her legs over his massive shoulders to get better access to her pussy. She never concerned herself that he had touched her prosthesis. Cindy felt like a woman, wanton and desirable, not like an invalid incapable of attracting men.
    His hands were tucked under her body, holding her steady. He showed no signs of wavering. The growls coming from his chest and the determined action of his mouth confirmed he thoroughly enjoyed eating her pussy. She felt triumphant, garnering the attention of one of the town’s most popular cowboys. Would she be able to keep it? Would she want to?
    Cindy cast away her thoughts, determined to enjoy the moment. This was all new, but she hadn’t lacked for imagination over the years. Matthew put her fantasies to shame, the reality so much more satisfying.
    When heat started to radiate up from her toes, she knew something monumental was coming. The burning traveled up her legs toward her centre. Her heart raced and her back arched on its own volition.
    “Matthew! Oh, God,” she cried. Cindy felt like a pressure cooker, the intensity building, building, building. He didn’t let up his ministrations, using his strong arms to hold her in place.
    Then she burst, an internal eruption jolting her body as her pussy clamped down hard. She could scarcely catch her breath, the contractions going on and on. Matthew didn’t release her until she calmed a degree. When he finally rose up to his knees, looking down at her, he had a naughty grin on his face.
    She glanced to her sides, only finding fields of wheat. They were alone under the midday sun.
    “Was that the first time a man—”
    “Yes,” she blurted, not ready to hear him describe the act. Now that her faculties were returning, shyness started to set in. It amazed her how different she could become in the heat of the moment, not worrying about anything but the erotic spell Matthew managed to cast over her. Now the doubts returned.
    He began to pass her the clothes strewn around them—her panties, jeans, and shirt. “Here, darlin’. You best get dressed now. I’m not sure I could handle a virgin.