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“I’d start with those pretty fucking lips.” My lashes flutter and a whimper stalls out in my throat as I try to work out how I should respond to that.
With one step forward, my hand darts out and I yank the saddle-brown cowboy hat off his head and place it on mine. His leather and licorice scent rushes in around me, and I sigh.
He growls when I step away wearing his hat and push my back against the flat wall between our rooms, letting a small smirk play on my lips. Reveling in the way his eyes heat when I do.
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
His hand moves up, and his thumb pushes down firmly on my chin, gently forcing my mouth open wide. There’s something crude about it, but the way he’s looking at me as he does it has me trembling with anticipation, my pussy wet and slick when I squeeze my thighs together.
“Having to spend all day, every day, with you and this smart mouth . . .” His spare hand yanks the can of whipping cream from my sweaty grip. He holds it up, hitting me with the most sinful grin. “And not being able to use it the way I want to. To fill it the way I want to.”
“Good girl. You wish that was my cum, don’t you?” A strangled whimper lodges in my throat as I nod back at him, trapped in his amber gaze. Then he leans in close, breath damp against my lips and growls, “Swallow, Summer.”
“Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?” I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him. “Ruin me.” “Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
My entire body hums with need. For her.
The only thing I’m going to ruin her for is any other man.
I push her against the closed door, the brim of my hat on her head brushing against my face as I swoop in to taste her lips. But this time it’s not for show. This time it’s because she told me this is how she’d want to go out. Kissing me. And fuck, a statement like that is a powerful drug.
“Stop rushing, Princess. We’ve got all night. Save your energy, you’re going to need it.” “Fuck,” she whispers as she sucks in a sharp breath. “Let me show you. I’m going to take my time with you,”
I want to worship at her throne. I want to give her the best of everything. The best of me.
Didn’t think my cock could get any harder than it already is, but it pushes painfully at the zipper of my jeans at the memory.
My thumb flicks at her nipple through the thin cotton shirt as I clear her breast, and she whines into my mouth, trying to rush the leisurely pace I’ve set. “Greedy girl,” I growl as I pull back and press a kiss to the bottom line of her jaw.
“Rhett.” My name on her lips. Fuck. It’s a prayer. It’s a plea. It’s my goddamn undoing.
“But hearing you moan it?” She tilts her head, giving me more access. Asking for more. “Hearing you moan it is so much more satisfying.”
“It’s the beard. It feels so good. I . . . I’ve never had that before.” The girl who is usually so put together and well-spoken is a puddle, all because of my beard. And I get off on it. I get off on being the first man to give her beard burn. Her neck isn’t safe tonight, neither are her inner thighs.
I groan and shut my eyes at the fucking wet dream before me.
“So fucking pretty.” “Please, don’t stop.” “Wasn’t planning on it. Just admiring the view.”
“There she is. My bossy girl.”
All soft and full, nipples hard as rocks. The neon lights from the shitty bar across the street cast a blue glow in the room that adds to her ethereal beauty. Even the scar down the center of her chest suits her. A battle scar. A testament to how hard she’s fought. How fucking strong she is. I’m absolutely starstruck.
I shut her up by spraying a circle of whipped cream over her right nipple. Instead of reaming me out, she swaps to moaning and running her hands through my hair when I drop my head and suck her breast into my mouth, taking a long pull.
I growl as I lift her up, pressing her into the door and kissing her again. Her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing my hips as she sears me with a kiss, my hat toppling off her head to our feet.
All I want is her.
Which is how I find myself carrying her across the blue-lit hotel room with long sure strides, ignoring the twinge in my shoulder—because who needs a fucking shoulder with a girl like this?—and tossing her down on the bed, her dark hair shimmering out around her, like rays of sunshine off her sweet, freckled face.
I discard them and stare down at her, panties wedged high, showing the outline of her pussy. I groan. That paired with the knee-high socks she’s wearing and her tits on display could make me blow on the spot. Paint her with something else entirely.
“Talk to me, Summer. You want me to fill this tight little cunt?” “Fuck,” the word whooshes out of her as her eyes widen in surprise. Such a proper little princess. “Have I got your attention now?” “You’ve always had my attention, Rhett.” Her
“You’re soaked, Summer. Is that mess all for me?” I swear I can see her cheeks flush pink, more of a purple in the blue glow. “Yes,” she says meekly, sounding almost embarrassed. And, well, that’s just not going to do.
She needs to know how wild this makes me. “I love it,” I growl, dropping to one knee, slinging her leg over my shoulder and tugging her ass to the edge of the bed.
“What a fucking treat.” She tries to press closed her free leg, and I slide one finger into her wet heat while tutting her. “Nah, nah, nah. Don’t get all shy now. Legs wide open for me, Princess.”
“New? Like no one has tasted this?” I rub her again, and my cock jumps when I realize she’s even wetter than before. She shakes her head no.
If this is going to be her first time riding a man’s face, it’s going to be good. And there aren’t going to be any fancy panties in the way.
“Because if this were my last moment on earth, that’s how I’d want to go.” I thrust in hard now, watching her body shake with the force, hearing her curse. “Head between these pretty little thighs, your pussy on my tongue.” I hold her wide open, drop my head, and get to work.
Both his muscled arms loop around my legs, and one hand splays across my stomach, holding me down. The other is wrapped tight around my thigh, and his fingers dig in so hard that I feel like he might leave bruises right next to the ones from the saddle pinching me a few days earlier.
His tongue. His. Tongue. His goddamn tongue.
He slides his tongue right into me, and when I try to squirm, his calloused hand pushes me harder into the too-soft mattress beneath my back. His beard is prickly and rough against my pussy. Grating on my inner thighs. Increasing my pleasure tenfold.
Rhett Eaton. My teenaged crush. Rhett Eaton. Sex symbol. Rhett Eaton. Ladies’ man.
He said he’s been obsessed with me. That was almost as shocking as how good it feels to have his mouth between my legs.
Having to say things out loud is firmly outside my comfort zone. For a man who’s never been huge on chatting, he sure has a lot to say once my clothes come off.
His eyes flit up to mine and he grins, the most carnal grin, before he licks his lips and winks at me. “What can I say? I like your pink cheeks and watching you squirm.” I blush harder.
I do the same with the opposite, but when my knees tilt inward, his calloused palm gives one leg a little push open. “I’m not done with that,” he growls as he shucks off his pants,
With him finally hovering over me, I reach between us to grip his thick cock. And it is thick. “Jesus. I’m going to pay for this tomorrow, aren’t I?” Rhett smirks. “If you’re not walking bow-legged tomorrow, I won’t have done my job tonight.”
“Fuck, Summer,” he growls against my lips. “Just fuck. How are you this fucking tight?”
“I thought I told you to ruin me?” He rears up above me, deadly serious and painfully handsome. “Careful what you wish for, Princess.”
He sets a slow but powerful rhythm, fucking me hard, watching my every movement, absorbing every noise. On one hand, it’s borderline unnerving. On the other, I feel like a fucking goddess beneath Rhett Eaton. Like he can’t tear his eyes away from me, like he has all the time in the world, like he’ll never forget this. Or get enough.
My moans come at a higher pitch as he pushes my body taut, but he pulls out, drops to his knees, and feasts on me again.
A light sweat breaks out across my chest as he fucks me with his tongue like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Yes, Princess? You going to tell me why you want this now?”
With every stroke, my moans grow louder, more frenzied—just like his movements. “I’ll keep you screaming all night until you tell me.” Fuck, am I screaming?
