Free Devils on Horseback: Zeke, Book 3 by Beth Williamson Page A

then.”
    “Mmmm…” she breathed into his ear as he nibbled on her neck. “I like that.”
    He outlined the shell of her ear, sending puffs of air with each lick. She shivered and tugged on his hair, which he took as a sign he was doing something right. As he suckled her earlobe, something resembling a moan came from her throat.
    “Jesus, yes.”
    Well, Jesus had nothing to do with it, but Zeke could accept she mixed up her Biblical names. Her round breasts pushed against his chest, delightfully rubbing and teasing him, whether intentionally or not. He wanted to touch them, weigh them and roll the nipples on his tongue.
    As he worked the row of tiny buttons on the front of her dress, he cursed whatever seamstress had made the particular garment. He needed skin, not frustrated fingers. She chuckled softly and brushed his hands away.
    “I’ll help.”
    Thank God for that. Zeke was surprised to see his hands shaking, unwilling to believe he was acting like a randy young buck with his first woman. She knew what she was doing, judging by the seductive way she unbuttoned her dress, a sultry smile on her moist, reddened lips.
    “You too, Ezekiel.”
    Somehow his first name wasn’t as annoying coming from her luscious mouth. In fact, it was like a caress, a lover’s whisper in the semi-darkness of the room. He could barely believe it actually made his dick harder.
    When he unbuttoned his shirt, she leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin. The touch of her lips sent goose bumps down his body. She spread the shirt wide, tangling her fingers in the hair, causing pleasure and pain to mix together. When her fingernails scraped his nipples, he literally jumped.
    “We’d better get these damn clothes off or I’ll be done before we get started.” His voice sounded so strained, he didn’t recognize it.
    She chuckled and tugged at his shirt. “Get busy then.”
    Zeke couldn’t remember the next two minutes, but then he was nude and she was shimmying off her dress in front of him. A threadbare chemise was the only thing between him and her soft, golden skin. He ran his fingers down her arm, the small hairs standing on end beneath his touch. God, it had been so long since he’d touched a woman’s skin.
    When he cupped her perfect breast, she hissed in a breath even as the nipple tightened beneath his palm. How could he have ever thought they were too small? They were the perfect size, not too big or too small. He rubbed his thumb back and forth against the nipple, earning another moan from her.
    “Mmm, more please.”
    To his surprise, she pulled off the chemise in the blink of an eye and suddenly they were both nude. Deliciously, amazingly nude. She laid her dress on the desk and climbed back up, spreading her legs for him. Crooking a finger, Naomi was more alluring than any siren who’d enticed a man to her.
    Zeke couldn’t resist. He stepped forward and nestled between her thighs, the soft curls of her pussy tickling the end of his dick. He smiled and spread her nether lips until he touched the moist folds hidden within. She was slick with her own juices and he slid easily into her entrance.
    When his dick was just an inch or two into her pussy, he stopped and leaned his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled.
    “Look at me,” he whispered.
    She met his gaze, her pupils dilated in the dim light of the jail. He felt himself surrounded by her arousal. As he leaned down to kiss her, he thrust forward and embedded himself within Naomi’s body.
    A perfect, perfect moment that stole his breath.
    She opened her mouth for his searching tongue and sucked him deep inside her mouth and her pussy. Sweet wet heat drove him to pound into her again and again.
    Naomi spread her legs wider, scratching at his back even as her nipples pressed against his chest. Faster, deeper, harder they flew together. It could have been hours, it could have been minutes.
    The orgasm began somewhere near his toes and it rose up through his