Free Ramagos, Tonya - Running from Angel [Sunset Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tonya Ramagos

breathy whisper.
    “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, darlin’.” His warning didn’t add to the sliver of fear zigzagging through her. Instead, it heightened so many wicked needs she couldn’t keep them straight. “You’ve gotten pretty good at smart comebacks and snide remarks. I’m thinking it’s time we see what else that mouth can do. Get on your knees.” Even as he issued the order, he used his grip on her hair to see she obeyed.
    Angel didn’t consider resisting. This was one order she would definitely follow without hesitation. Already her mouth was watering in anticipation of Mitch’s thick cock between her lips, his long length down her throat. She licked her lips, readying them, and sucked a quick breath through gritted teeth as her knees came in contact with the rough gravel of the barn floor.
    Mitch fisted a hand around the base of his cock, locking gazes with her as she looked up at him through her lashes. His eyes gave him away, the desperation and lust swirling in them defying every ounce of authority she’d heard in his voice. She wanted to watch him as she took his cock in her mouth, wanted him to see her hunger, to know how badly she longed for this, longed for him. She parted her lips, letting her tongue peek out for a taste, but his grip tightened in her hair, preventing her from closing that last fraction of an inch that would bring his cockhead in reach of her tongue.
    “I’m going to fuck your mouth, darlin’. I’m gonna fuck it until you’re begging for me to come, until every hole in that sexy body of yours is burning to be fucked.”
    Oh, God. Angel knew such threats shouldn’t turn her on. They should make her feel slutty, nasty, used. They shouldn’t make her horny enough to drip pussy juice all over the barn floor, but they did. Her pussy felt blistered with need, slick and pulsing. The gentle breeze drifting into the barn through the open doors only added to her torment, sliding between her legs to stroke her bare lips, adding a chill to the flaming heat.
    “Do it,” she whispered and watched the demand spark an all-new concoction of emotions in his stare.
    He growled, the sound more animalistic this time than any she’d heard from him, and pulled her head toward his cock. She opened her lips over the bulging crest, groaning in the pleasure of that first taste. Hot and male, his iron hardness covered by warm, silky flesh. Lust stabbed through her. Hunger controlled her as effectively as his grip on her hair. He pulled at her head, but she resisted, her effort giving her just enough play to run her tongue beneath the crest, to lick her way along the vein that ran down the underside of his shaft. She felt that vein pulsing wildly beneath her tongue and would’ve smiled if her mouth hadn’t been so full of delicious cock.
    Her moment of control didn’t last. He thrust his hips forward, spearing her mouth and throat with the full length of his erection, fucking her mouth like he’d warned her he would.
    “Suck it, Angel.” Wild, hot desperation turned his voice dark, deep. Everything got swept away in it. Rational thoughts, sanity, even the need for survival disappeared in the hunger as lust ruled the beasts they became.
    Angel sucked his cock with a fervor that drove her to the brink of her own release, losing herself in his taste, in the incredible feel of his cock in her mouth, down her throat. She squirmed, repositioning her knees in an effort to both ease the intensely mounting need to come and to allow herself better leverage to suck him deeper still. Her own orgasm teetered on the edge, but she ignored it in favor of partaking on the scrumptious treat of his dick.
    “That’s it. God, Angel, keep it up,” he snarled.
    She felt it when his grip loosened and took immediate advantage, licking her way back to his bulbous cockhead and tucking her tongue against the underside. She created a suction with her lips around his shaft and sucked harder,