by Em Petrova
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Mav’s fingers dug into Wynonna’s thighs as he splayed her wider to accept his tongue. Small shocks of need built inside her until her leg muscles trembled and she was on the verge of explosion. But as soon as she’d start to peak, he’d back off.
His hot breath against her soaking folds threatened to drive her crazy. She’d always known he was a sadist. If he didn’t let her come soon—
She dug in her heels and pushed her hips upward. He reacted with a harsh groan that vibrated through her very core. He clutched her legs and eased them up and back, spreading her wider.
“You want to come on my tongue, honey?”
“Fuck yes!”
He danced his lips over her clit without applying the pressure she needed to get her there. Her patience was at an end.
“Stop teasing me, Mav!”
His chuckle rumbled through her, but he slid two fingers deep into her pussy. She cried out. Her inner walls clutched at him, the heat burning her from the inside out. With the softest flicks of his tongue, he licked her pussy while fingering her. Slow, deep plunges of those strong, capable fingers. She could nearly see the veins snaking across the back of his hand and down his forearm.
He reached up her body and clamped his fingers around her nipple as he sucked her clit and fucked her. The triple sensation brought her need to a pinnacle. Using her hand on the back of his head, she shoved him down on her. He answered with a grating noise, which only spiked her need.
“Oh God. Mav. Oh Mav.” She was close, teetering on the edge of a precipice. She’d never been so turned on. One more swath of his tongue and she’d—
She jerked her hips as her orgasm struck. A cry ripped from her lips, and Mav pinched her nipple hard. The erotic pain blasted her system, and she was out of control. Coming apart, shaking apart. For Mav, the man she’d wanted forever.
He thrust his fingers in and out of her in rhythm to the laps of his tongue. When her final pulsation left her and her hips collapsed to the mattress, he continued to mouth her softly, as if he knew exactly how sensitive she was and how to keep her on edge.
Hell yeah, she wanted more. She ached to feel that impressive bulge stretching her, filling her up. He was a large man, and no way was he packing anything less than ten inches.
She set her nails into his shoulders and tried to tug him up her body. But a man like Mav wasn’t to be moved. He did things in his own time, and it seemed he wasn’t finished eating her pussy yet.
He did some trick of his tongue against her clit that splintered her with need all over again. She pushed out an impatient moan, and he gave her the full force of his gaze.
She wasn’t a woman who’d sit by and wait for pleasure to come to her. She went out and took what she wanted.
She wiggled out from under him and turned the tables. Shoving him down on the bed and straddling him. His eyes burned up at her, but not with surprise. He probably already knew what kind of lover she was, and right now it was one who wasn’t willing to wait another moment.
She leaned over him, hair swinging in a curtain to enclose them as she claimed his lips. He tasted like her, and she moaned at the flavors of man and her own release mingling on her tongue.
He reached for her ass and dragged her pussy over his denim-clad erection. “Condoms in the drawer.”
“Who says I’m ready for condoms? You drove me crazy, and now it’s my turn.” With that, she set off kissing his neck, down his sculpted chest. Damn, he was pure perfection, and she’d seen a lot of half-naked men in her life. This one had enough age on him to make it worth looking.
She bit his nipple, and he sucked in sharply. Good—she was affecting him. She planned to make him realize how wrong he’d been making her wait. And ensuring he wasn’t kicking her out of his bed anytime soon.
She explored his carved abs for what felt like an hour. He tangled his hands in her hair and guided her over his skin. The light pull on her scalp excited her even more, and by the time she got to his waistband and reached inside to free his long shaft, she was aching.
Turned out he wasn’t wearing any underwear either.
A rough groan left him. She took her time tormenting him, nuzzling his stiff cock from base to tip before she took him in her mouth. With one hard thrust, he sank deep. She swallowed reflexively, and then he used her hair to twist her away.
“Can’t hold out. Your mouth—” He seemed to fight for words. He dragged her up the length of his body and kissed her even as he reached across the mattress for the drawer handle.
The throb between her thighs tripled, and she couldn’t help him out of his jeans fast enough. He used his teeth to rip into a condom packet and spit the paper as he rolled her onto her back. Pinning her as he slid the rubber in place with one quick flick of his wrist.
“Mav, I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me.”
He hovered over her, eyes warm and dark with something she’d never seen before. Maybe it was a trick of the shadows in his room. But then he poised at her center and she couldn’t think anymore.
He shoved deep as she rocked up to meet him. Their mouths collided in a passionate, wild, primal kiss. Clashing of tongues and teeth as he withdrew and slammed into her again. Her pussy sucked at his length, holding onto each inch as he slid out. Her inner walls were trembling, and she couldn’t get enough of this man.
The whole bed moved with his thrusts. They were stampeding toward something so monumental that she knew she’d never recover. She’d only want more of him.
She bit into his lower lip, and he growled. Each muscle rippled as he moved. She skated her hands over his hard body and angled her hips higher. He sank another millimeter deeper, giving her exactly what she needed.
She screamed with her third orgasm. She set him off, and he pounded into her. The bed creaking. A horse whinnied on the other side of the wall separating his quarters from the barn.
Mav let out a loud grunt and stiffened. When he began to come, he was staring into her eyes.
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His brain caught up before the last spurt of cum left him. Fuck, he hadn’t just done that, had he? He hadn’t—
Wynonna pressed tender kisses along his jaw, and he crash-landed in reality. She’d come apart for him three times. He could still taste her essence on his lips, and oh God, was it good.
“This can’t happen again,” he rasped.
She went still but didn’t pull her lips away. She bit him sharply, and he reared back. “Dammit, woman, you broke the skin.” He knuckled away a bead of blood, shiny black in the moonlight.
“Who the hell does that, Mav? Finishes coming inside a woman and then tells her on the next breath it can’t happen again?”
Oh boy. Now her sass arrived with full fervor. Her blue eyes narrowed as she looked up at him, lips twisting to spew off more angry words at him.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Your cock’s still hard inside me and you tell me you’re finished?” She pushed at him, and perversely, he didn’t budge. Her warmth still enveloped him, her ripe breasts soft and inviting.
With the strength of a cowboy, she pushed him off and rolled out from under him. He flashed to his feet and caught her against the door.
“What are you gonna do? Streak out into the night with no clothes?”
“Keep them as a souvenir for all those cold, dark, lonely nights ahead of you, Mav.”
He trapped her hands above her head, and her breasts heaved with each breath she drew. She was spitting mad—and hot as hell. His cock was already throbbing to feel her wet sheath wrapped like a fist around him.
“Wyn. Your brothers would string me up from a tree if they knew about us.”
“Who gives a fuck what they think? It’s my life.” She elbowed him hard.
Caught off guard, he doubled over, wheezing.
“Serves you right.”
He didn’t move from his hunched position.
“Oh damn, Mav. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”<
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“Who needs all twenty-four ribs anyway?”
She giggled. “Not a big, virile man like you.”
“Nope.” He kissed her shoulder, which gleamed in the thin glow of the moon. He trailed his lips over her neck to the fragrant spot behind her ear.
She tipped her head to give him access, and he sucked on the delicious skin until she writhed.
“Come back to my bed,” he said after a minute.
“Look me in the eyes when you say that.”
He dropped his forehead against hers. Up close, her eyes burned with desire that had him choking to claim every inch of her as his own. “Come back… to my bed,” he murmured against her mouth.
She turned into him with a hungry noise, lips parted for his tongue. He lifted her under the thighs, and she slithered her arms and legs around him as he turned for the mattress. He had no good reason for letting her into his life this way—had no rights. But she was beautiful and soft and wanting. He couldn’t leave her now, when she was practically oozing desire.
He eased his fingers along the curve of her behind and found her soaking pussy. She cried out as he stroked the wet seam, up and down, painting her juices over her swollen flesh.
He lay her on the bed and took a second to discard the condom he wore. He’d been desperate to get inside her, to stake his claim on the woman who’d been driving him crazy for years. But this time he was going to take his time with her. If he only got one night, he’d go all night.
She sprawled on his bed, looking like a goddess, hair flowing around her on the pillows and her bare limbs making every cell in his body ache.
He didn’t trust the expression she wore—like she knew a secret he didn’t. She was sweet when she wanted to be, but most of the time she liked pushing the limits. He knew how to handle her, though. He’d always known she needed a strong lover, and he was going to show her just how right she was in dumping that wimpy asshole she’d tried on as a fiancé.
When Mav crawled over her, she put her arms around his neck and drew him down for a kiss. The soft flick of her tongue sent his mind reeling and his cock bobbing on his abs.
He did what he’d been wanting to for ages and bundled her long, thick hair around his fist. As he tugged lightly, she sucked in a gasp. He bypassed her mouth and went for her neck. Teasing the decadent column with nipping bites until she couldn’t remain still under him.
She roamed her hands up and down his back. God, her touch felt better than anything he’d known in his life. Need built in him. He moved down to her breasts. They deserved to be worshipped for hours. Each taut bud sucked and bitten until she was on the verge of coming. Or could she come only from that play? Wynonna was a sultry woman who knew how to wring all the pleasure from life she could. He had no doubts about her doing the same in bed.
He kissed each breast in radiating circles to the tips. She cried out when he reached her neediest spots. And damn if she didn’t plunge her fingers between her thighs to give herself relief.
With a shake of his head, he pulled her fingers free. Holding her gaze, he licked each finger clean. “That’s my treat to savor, Wyn honey.”
“Oh God.” Goosebumps coated her skin.
He released her hand and cradled her to his chest for a long minute before turning her face-down on the bed. His gaze skimmed the lines of spine and the dip of her—
“Fuck, when did you get that?”
A tattoo imprinted on her side, words that wrapped around the top of her right buttock. It was too dark to make out what it said, but he’d damn well take a better look in the daylight.
That means you’ll see her naked in the light of day.
Only to check the tattoo.
Sure, keep denying how much you fucking want her.
“Got it last year.”
“I never saw it.”
She half-twisted to give him a wry smile. “You didn’t ask. You could have anytime, you know.”
“Dammit, don’t tell me that.”
“Tell you what? That I’ve wanted you since you kissed me in the barn? Even before that?”
“You were a child.”
“Now I’m not.”
“That’s clear.” Her musky scent drew him like a storm to a sea. Together they’d wreck the world, and each other. Which was why he’d allow himself one single night with her and then let her go.
He traced the lines and realized under the words formed a thin curl of a rope. “What’s it say?”
“Even though you’ve been bucked, kicked, bit and stomped, never give up.”
He flattened his palm over it, committing the line to memory. “It suits you, cowgirl.” He pulled his hand free and smacked her ass.
“Ow! What’s that for?”
He lunged for her nape and bit it gently as he massaged the spot he’d spanked. “For elbowing me in the ribs.”
“Jesus, you’re a grudge holder.”
“No, but I get even.”
“We’re like a cat and dog having sex.”
“That’s right,” he drawled, biting a path down her spine to her tattoo. He speared her pussy with two fingers as he licked the lines of the tattoo. She bucked onto her hands and knees, and he sank his fingers deeper still. So fucking hot, wet, tight. This woman was pure succubus, come here in the night to drive him insane. His cock wept juices of his arousal.
“Don’t think you can get anything by me, Wyn. I’m not one of your boy-toys who will follow you around doing anything you ask. Even those older guys you dated.” He made a harsh noise as he thrust his fingers high and tight against her pussy wall. Cream flooded his hand, and he held the pressure there. “You thought having an older guy meant you’d find one with enough experience to take you like you need.”
“H-how do I need?” Her words tremored, along with her body. Her inner walls spasmed rhythmically around him.
He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion. She cried out, thrashing closer to his touch.
“Mav, what are you doing to me?” she bit off.
“Making you feel good, honey. Does it feel good?”
“Oh God. So good. Please.”
With his free hand, he parted her thighs wider. He reached under her and found her swollen clit. As he circled it with the barest touch and stroked her inner wall, he felt the climax building in her.
So fucking sexy, seeing her twist for him in the moonlight. Writhing with pleasure at his touch. Her breaths grew harsh, and his body reacted with a primal need, his cock steely, throbbing, the head shiny.
“Mav. Fuck!”
“Let it come.”
“It’s too much.”
“You need it. Let yourself come apart for me.” He locked his gaze on her face as he continued to circle her clit and finger her. He felt the instant she let go and trusted him. Spreading her legs wide, her powerful muscles taut as she focused solely on the erotic pleasure he was giving her.
“Right there. Like that. Fuck, yes,” she chanted. Her whole body seemed to cave in as her orgasm rushed her. He barely held back from slamming his cock into her, sheathed or not, and feeling her splinter around him.
She bowed upward and screamed his name. His. Fucking. Name.
Jesus, one night would never be enough. A hundred wouldn’t. What the hell was he going to do?
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“What the hell’d you just do to me?” Wynonna’s words were muffled in the sheets. She’d never had an orgasm anything like that before. He was a master around the ranch, but his fingers… Fucking hell, he knew exactly how to push her buttons.
His rough hands on her body ignited her all over again when he turned her over and kissed her long and deeply. Her chest felt as if it would explode with emotions she had no idea what to do with.
She hadn’t loved Austin. She’d believed she could make it work with him, have a good life. But he hadn’t been even a little bit supportive of her changing dreams. Mav had listened and didn’t try to talk her out of quitting the rodeo, even though he knew i
t had been her life since she was a little girl. He’d simply accepted.
And then he’d blown her mind with several amazing fucking orgasms. The last one…
She shuddered with fresh need as her body continued to hum. She pulled him down atop her, loving his weight pinning her.
“You liked it,” he rumbled.
“I’ve never come that hard before.”
“Get used to it. We’ve got all night.”
Her lips burned with words. She wanted to ask what happened tomorrow. Did they greet each other with kisses at the breakfast table, for everyone to see? Or did he want to keep this on the down-low for a little while until they figured things out? He wasn’t wrong that her brothers would be ready to lynch him for touching her. But it wasn’t their decision—she was a grown-ass woman, and she’d be with whomever she wanted.
Of course, she hadn’t told the family she’d broken things off with Austin yet either. Yeah, best to ease into this. She hated that her family thought of her as flighty and impulsive, and jumping from Austin to Mav would definitely read that way.
She stared at the man braced on his elbows above her. Chiseled by moonlight streaming through the one window in his quarters. She’d never been inside before, and she marveled that he was happy sticking around with such a small space. Then again, he had full run of the ranch, and both of them spent more time outdoors than in.
She cupped his face and drew him close. Breathing his musky male tang and an underlying hint of pine soap. His room smelled of saddle soap and boot wax. Come to think of it, so did hers.
With all the tenderness rising inside her, she kissed along his jaw to the corner of his hard lips. He was as still as granite, but when she reached his mouth, he turned into her kiss. Moving with a gentle passion she hadn’t known him capable of. She sucked in gulps between long, deep passes of his tongue.
She scraped her nails over his shoulders, down his spine to his steely ass. What she wouldn’t give to see his rock-hard body in the light of day. She bit off a desperate noise, and he twitched his hips against hers.
His cock hadn’t softened one bit since coming. He’d stretched her so right, better than she’d ever known. Oh yeah, she was going to have all night with this man. Plus, tomorrow she couldn’t see any reason why her brothers couldn’t handle the ranch work while she and Mav disappeared for an hour or ten.
