[Siren Allure: Erotic Cowboy Romance]
Corbin Cansey will love the daylights out of Bella McDermott. That is, just as soon as he gets around to it. Corbin has been running from Bella since she was a teenager, and he’s been looking the other way since she became old enough to win his heart. The trouble is Bella is tired of waiting. She follows Corbin to a San Antonio rodeo and watches as he indulges in a few sex-related activities. Green with envy, Bella realizes it’s time to teach Corbin a few valuable lessons about loving a woman. Bella gives Corbin a good taste of what he’s been dishing up—a stout dose of jealousy. And even though her plan is destined to fail, her notions are guaranteed to make a man twitch in his Wranglers, assuming he can keep them pulled up where they belong.
A Siren Erotic Romance
2011 Nominee for Best Western/Cowboys
Book in LR Cafe's Loop
“Relax,” she told him, wondering what took her sudden stroke of confidence so long to emerge. Seconds before, she’d approached a hand job somewhat timidly, but now she was hungry. She was dying to know what it felt like to have the man she loved swelling between her cheeks, sliding across her tongue, and coming for her, the stream of his release trickling down her throat.
She wanted Corbin’s cock in her mouth. She wanted him fucking her mouth, gripping her hair as he watched his cock slip between her lips.
She sucked the swollen head, cupping his balls in the palm of her hand as she tasted him, sliding her lips back and forth over the slit, rubbing the texture of his dick against her tongue until he was gripping her hair, pulling the locks, parting the strands. She rose to the tip, laved the end, showered him with her affections, and then lowered herself over him again.
His eyes were dark, the light brown shade held a soft toffee shine, and he watched her consume him, acting as if he’d never had a blow job quite as good as she could give. The way he focused on her made her brave, gave her confidence, and empowered her already growing strength.
She whipped her tongue around his length, sucking him as she tugged him to the back of her throat, moaning as she felt him sliver down the opening, and grunting, showing her frustration, when he wrapped his hand around her nape and gently pulled her away.
“Enough?” he asked, and undoubtedly it was a question.
They locked gazes, and she wondered what he held in store, but was more curious then about what she’d missed. “No, Corbin. I haven’t had nearly enough.”
He studied her lips. “Shit, Bella. That mouth of yours is tormenting me.”
“Then why don’t you let go of that blasted control and give me what I need?” she asked, arching a brow. “If I’m not doing it right, you can teach me. Tell me what you like. Talk me through it.”
“You don’t need help here,” he crooned, rubbing the tip of his dick across the swell of her bottom lip.
She tilted her head to the side and curled her tongue around his balls, lapping at them until the hard proof of what he needed weighed heavily upon her lips. Suckling his sac, she taunted him before she rose to the crest again, this time with one goal for her tongue, mouth, and lips.
Bella sucked Corbin to her throat. The hard, pulsing flesh tapped the back of her throat. Her cheeks were swollen with his size as he barricaded himself inside her.
Then, he thrust for the pleasure she’d sought for him, and he certainly gained one hell of a satisfying release.
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“Oh God, Bella!” he screamed, pressing his palm against her nape, holding her in place. Shit! He hadn’t meant to come in her mouth! This was her first time for crying out loud!
He rose to his elbows, watching as she sucked him, praising her with his eyes as she licked him clean. His cock pulsed at her throat, and the little vixen swallowed, again and again, drinking him in and savoring him like the last bite of her favorite creamy dessert.
“Vixen,” he grated out, pulling her to him, eyeing the aftermaths of his glistening release staining her chin. “God, you’re good…fucking good at that.”
“Really?” she asked, probably thinking he was pitching a pack of lovesick lies.
“Fuck yeah, really,” he muttered, pulling her across him.
They stared at one another, lost in time, trapped in one another’s eyes. Her nipples pressed against his chest, and he was lost in her body all over again. “You insatiable little woman, you.”
“I haven’t been loved all night long, as promised.”
“It’s coming, baby,” he said. “I swear to you. I’m just getting started here, Mrs. Cansey.”
She grinned at that, and he slid his hand between her thighs, working his fingers deep inside her warm pussy, rubbing his hand back and forth until her sweet heat coated his flesh. He directed her, allowing her to lead the way as much as follow his lead.
He caught her nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud until he was lost in saturating her with his affection. And the little siren had waited long enough.
She lowered herself to him, and he buried himself inside the hottest, sweetest pussy he’d ever visited in his life.
Her eyes were blue-hot flames dancing in desire. Her touch captivated him, placing him under a lover’s manipulated spell. And it took great resistance, more than he admittedly maintained, to keep from hammering forward and taking what was his to possess, hers to give, and theirs to own.
She rode him as if she’d ridden atop him many times before, swaying with his body, moving over him like a summer shower or a late fall rain. Her hands went to her head, and she placed her palms behind her, grinding him, tempting him, and introducing him to finer things, more than he’d ever enjoyed before.
“Corbin,” she whispered.
He watched her as he possessed her and was captivated to discover he was completely under her control.