Tamara clung to him, and what he was finally offering. He shattered her will to resist and made her desire to surrender to him with the first glimpse of hot need in his eyes. The first touch of his mouth on hers as a man kissed a woman, using the control of a Dom kissing his sub, sealed her fate. A low moan slid up her throat as he inched closer, the brush of his big body and bunched muscles emitting enough heat to make her sweat. His warm breath fanned her neck as he released her clinging lips and nipped the delicate skin near her shoulder.
“Connor?” She heard the confused stutter in her voice as loudly as her body was suddenly clamoring for release.
“You’ve always been my girl, Tam.” He slid his right hand off the wall to fist a wad of her hair, using his tight hold to tug her head back. The yank on her scalp caused her sheath to spasm and her breath to stall. Dipping his head, he whispered in a rough growl that curled her toes and dampened her pussy, “Now, Tamara, let’s see if you can handle being my sub.”
Chapter 10
Connor was finally looking at her as a woman, calling her Tamara instead of Tam for the first time since she’d been ten years old, and offering her a chance to be his in every way. The pang clutching her chest upon hearing her full name from his lips took her by surprise, but she would examine the reason for that later, much later. Right now, she had better things to do, like relieve the itch in her fingers to reach up and tug on the crisp, brown curls spread across his thick pectorals.
“I can handle whatever you dish out, Master Con,” she breathed against his corded neck before sinking her teeth into the tanned skin and then soothing the bite with a slow lick. She knew better than to laugh at his shudder and low curse.
“Minx.” Keeping his hand in her hair, he shifted his free hand down to the hem of her short dress and rucked up the stretchy leather until he had it bunched around her waist. With one hard yank, he ripped off the thong and tossed the torn scrap on the floor.
The sudden bare exposure drew a shiver, the touch of those calloused fingers on the delicate flesh of her denuded labia brought her to her toes. The aching need only he could conjure up and assuage returned tenfold and she thrust her hips toward his hand with an urgent plea. “Please.”
Connor dipped his head with a low laugh, biting down on one nipple through the dress. “Such a pretty word falling from such a pretty mouth.”
“You’re teasing me, and that’s just plain mean,” Tamara complained, gasping as he skimmed those wicked fingers up her slit. She thrust her hips forward again only to receive a reprimanding, stinging swat on that tender area. Her shriek echoed in the kitchen, her full-body shudder drawing another rumble of amusement from her friend turned tormenter. “Crap!”
“Lesson one.” Connor grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. “When it comes to sex, it’ll be my way, including when and how you will get your pleasure. Remember, you asked for this.”
“A long time ago,” Tamara reminded him, her throbbing lip matching the thrumming going on between her legs, both egged on by the burn encompassing her puffy folds.
“Want me to make up for lost time?” He dipped two fingers inside her, brushed over her swollen clit and then pressed against that small spot that triggered a gush of cream with every touch.
“Yes, God, yes.” Digging her nails into his chest, she relished his indrawn breath and rapid heartbeat. Sliding over to his nipples, she tugged on the small brown tips and it was his turn to moan as the nubs pebbled under her touch.
“You’re playing with fire, little one,” he warned with another deep thrust, his other hand tightening in her hair.
Tamara smiled against his chest. “I thought I was playing with you.”
“Same thing. Reach into my front pocket and pull out the condom.”
She didn’t want to take even one hand off his hot flesh, but retrieving the protection meant she was one step closer to having her dream of Connor surging inside her come true. Her fingers brushed the side of his thick erection through the pocket as she pinched the small packet and l
ifted it out. He hissed a breath but never slowed his strokes inside her quivering pussy. Heat enveloped her entire body, drawing beads of perspiration down her back and quickening her breathing. Using her teeth, she ripped open the packet and then looked up into his dark face, waiting for his instructions.
“Good girl. Never assume you know what I want you to do.” Releasing her hair, he proved how talented he was as he continued to pummel her pussy while releasing his cock into his other hand.
Tamara struggled to control both her breathing and her need to let go. She wanted this to last even though her achy body was screaming for release.
“Cover me,” he rasped, putting pressure against her pulsing clit.
Shaking from the small contractions rippling around his pumping fingers, she made short work of rolling the latex down his straining shaft until she reached his fisted hand. “Now?” she begged, brushing her fingers over his, jutting her pelvis forward to add a silent plea.
“Now.” Connor pulled his fingers from her pussy, grabbed both of her hands and pinned them against the wall as he kicked her feet apart with a large booted foot.
Eager, more than ready, Tamara welcomed his first penetrating thrust with a soft cry, the rough stroke over the inflamed tissues carrying her right to the edge of a climax. She gasped as the second plunge knocked her over that precipice, leaving her no choice but to hurl headlong into ecstasy. Within seconds of being pinned against the wall by his plunging cock, she found herself spiraling out of control with sweeping pleasure so intense it left her stunned. Shaken, she gasped and raised her right leg, curving around his battering hips, tightening her thigh to hold him closer.
More, more, more. Tamara didn’t realize she’d verbalized the chanting thought until Con swore and ground his mouth down on hers as he rammed into her over and over. Another orgasm claimed her body even before the first had abated, forcing mewling cries past her constricted throat to fill his mouth.
Connor groaned, his chest heaving, his cock quickening inside her. She rippled around him, her muscles clutching at his girth and pulling his seed up from his sac. He wrenched his mouth from hers as he spewed inside the condom, and she wished she could feel the hot jets of his cum filling her vagina as a third round of pleasure rocked her with its endless pulses and fiery heat.
Jeremy Hines stopped at the roadside bar he had passed on his way to surprise Tamara at her ranch, still reeling from seeing her in that slutty dress and then watching that tall cowboy stroll inside her house as if he owned the place, and her. The man hadn’t even flinched from being out in the cool night air wearing nothing but an open vest and jeans, the fucking moron. What the hell had gotten into the woman he loved, the quiet, almost reserved fiancée who had shared his bed? She sure as hell had never teased him by wearing something so risqué, so cock-hardening revealing. He grabbed an empty stool at the end of the bar, sitting next to a young guy wearing a disgruntled frown that matched Jeremy’s mood.
The place was teeming with cowboy roughnecks, annoying, twangy country tunes blaring as a line of patrons stomped their booted feet to the beat. He shook his head, wondering what the hell Tamara found so appealing about living out in the boonies on a smelly ranch with the nearest town no bigger than one of Boise’s suburbs.
“Whiskey, double,” he ordered from the bartender as the older man approached. He hadn’t booked a return flight yet because he didn’t know how long it would take him to convince her to come back with him. From his reception, he doubted now his success in changing her mind. “Women,” he muttered, wishing he could get over her as easily as she appeared to have gotten over him. Just thinking about that spurred his anger and made him wonder if she’d ever intended to marry him.