Free Cowboy Resurrection: Cowboy Cocktail, Book 2 by Mia Hopkins

bottle of lube and drizzled some on him like his dick was an ice-cream sundae.
    “I like it this way,” she said softly.
    All he could manage was a grunt.
    Gently, she rubbed the lube all over the rubber with her fingertips. She lifted herself up, grabbed his cock and worked him into her tight pussy, hissing softly between her teeth as her body strained to accommodate him. When he was halfway in, she moved her hips a little, front and back, stretching herself out as she shut her eyes tight and planted her hands flat against his chest for balance.
    Dean stared, transfixed. The women who wandered into his bed usually made love like porn stars—all posing and vamping and cartoonish moaning and baby talk. They rarely if ever picked up on his cues about what actually turned him on. Most of them were so concerned with their own pleasure that he often felt used afterwards, as though the only reason they’d wanted to sleep with him was to brag to their friends they’d bagged a rodeo cowboy.
    Well, sort of a cowboy—a rodeo clown. Close enough.
    But Monica was different. Sweet and unguarded, she wanted to please him. She was passionate and hungry and even a little awkward. She wasn’t concerned with her appearance in bed. Instead of worrying about how her hair or makeup looked, about how her body bent or twisted or curved, she gave herself completely to him and to their shared pleasure, totally unselfconscious and hornier than an alley cat in heat.
    He reached up and combed her hair back with both his hands. She held on to his forearms and let her weight drag her down onto his cock as far as she could go. Together they shut their eyes and moaned at the onslaught of pleasure, at the deep penetration of his body into hers. Her pussy was gloriously tight. It took all of Dean’s powers of control not to blow his load right then and there.
    Her eyes fluttered open and latched on to his. Dean swiped his thumb slowly across her mouth, pressing the pad against her plum-colored lower lip. He dragged her lip down gently, exposing her pretty lower teeth.
    “Open,” he whispered.
    The smooth, tight muscles of her pussy crushed his cock as he slid his thumb into her mouth. After she sucked it, staring him down with eyes as dark as coal, he plucked it from her lips, reached down and began to draw tiny circles on her hard little clit.
    She whimpered, placed her hands on his thighs and leaned back, popping her hips forward slightly and showing him where his dick was buried deep between the rosy folds of her sex.
    “Gorgeous,” he murmured.
    And then she began to ride him.
    Tentatively at first, she undulated her hips. Mesmerized, he reached forward with his other thumb and softly pulled back the outer lips as he continued to stroke her clit. She squeezed him harder. Moisture from her arousal began to drip down onto his balls. She found her rhythm and began to ride him harder, the insides of her thighs slapping against his hips and her gorgeous tits and hard nipples bouncing madly above him.
    “Jesus Christ,” he hissed.
    She threw her head back and ground her teeth. With each passing minute, she grew wetter and hotter around him. Soon they were both sweating. The room grew steamy with the heat of their fucking. Dean wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
    He sat up against the pillows, changing the angle so she could grind against the top of his cock and his pubic bone. Still rubbing her clit with his thumb, he dragged his middle finger through the pool of lube at the base of his dick and reached behind her.
    “Can I touch you here?”
    She looked down at him, eyes blazing. “You can do more than touch me there, if you want.”
    Gently, he stroked her tight opening until it flared at his touch. With firm, steady pressure, he pushed his middle finger into her up to the first joint. She bore down, both on his finger and his dick, and he threw his head back on the pillows and grunted, struggling not to come, even though the first