It’s been busy here in the Devlin house. Didn’t know if I mentioned it, but last week I completed a proposal (50 pages) for a new book and shipped it out. It was a contemporary Western. Then I got inspired and started another this week—a jungle theme story. It came so fast, I finished it yesterday and sent it to my agent (3 chapters, anyway). Cross your fingers someone loves them!
I’ll be in Little Rock all day today. Will check the loop and this blog when I get home. You all have a great day, and I hope this excerpt inspires you today!
Cody stroked upward again, trying to thrust deep into her mouth, but she backed away, not letting him sink inside her. Instead, she continued to lick the cap and began to softly chew with her teeth buffered by her lips.
“Jesus, Tara,” he moaned.
She liked the edge of desperation in his tone and the deep growl that followed. But she wasn’t nearly done.
She cupped his velvet sac, tugging once, and glided the tip of one finger beneath it, tracing a path downward that had his breath catching.
“Tara…” he said, his voice rising in warning.
She came off his cock. Her fingertip continued to circle the tender flesh just beneath his balls. “What do you want? Me sucking you dry? Or shall I stop?” she asked silkily.
“Careful there,” he bit out.
“Really want me to stop here?” she asked, scraping her nail lower, nearing the crevice he seemed so concerned she’d explore.
His hot glare could have blistered paint, but he laid his head back and stared stoically at the ceiling.
“That’s better,” she murmured, then removed her finger, bringing it to her mouth to wet it. Then she bent over his cock, opened wide and sank down his shaft while sliding her finger between his buttocks.
When she glided over his back entrance, he jerked, drew a deep breath, and then relented, opening his knees wider, giving his silent assent for her to explore. She entered his ass on a gentle glide.
With age came experience, something Tara had in spades. She crooked her finger and stroked deeper, rubbing over the little gland that gave her complete command over Cody’s arousal.
Cody gritted his teeth, torn between embarrassment and arousal so sharp it hurt.
No one had ever dared touch him like that. He’d fucked his fingers and his cock into Tara’s ass a time or two, just to watch her climb the wall, but he’d never been on the receiving end.
How had she ever stood it? The pressure against the tight little ring from the thrust of one slender finger burned. When she curled it and stroked a place only a doctor had ever touched during a physical, he nearly came unglued.
“Easy,” he ground out again.
Maybe she didn’t hear him. She seemed a little busy. Her head bobbed up and down his cock, surrounding him in moist heat, her tongue swirling up and down his shaft.
Her finger poked deeper then pulled away, but before he could even groan with relief two pushed inside. Together they stroked his prostate, circling on it, while his thighs trembled and his belly leapt.
He curved his palm over the back of her head and pressed down, urging her to take him deeper down her throat.
A soft, choked laugh was followed by a sexy murmur that vibrated around him, and Cody couldn’t help it. His thighs tensed, his buttocks hardened like steel, and he punched his hips upwards.
She took the forceful jab, widening her jaws and opening the back of her throat to accommodate his thrusts.
Surrounded by wet, silky heat above, prodded with wicked, hot thrusts and rubs below, he couldn’t resist her double-pronged assault.
He pumped upward, helpless against the pressure building in his balls. Jerking up, driving past the back of her throat, he erupted with a shout that echoed against the walls while cum spurted in thick, scalding bursts.
Her throat clasped him as she swallowed it down, a snug, spasming caress that kept him driving upward well past the point his balls were wrung dry.
When at last he lowered himself to the bed, his chest billowed with choppy gasps to fill his starved lungs. His fingers threaded through her hair and pulled hard, dragging her off his cock and upward, her head tilted toward his hand, her mouth open, as she scrambled up his body.
He forced her mouth to his, mashed his lips against hers, and then drew back. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“‘Again’ assumes I’ll let you come back to my bed.”
Still breathing hard, he lifted his head, pressing his lips to hers, forcing his tongue between her lips—just to stop her from talking. Not let him come back?