Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

inner thighs met her pussy. She thrust her hips, rolling her body down further on him until finally she had all of him inside of her tight body—a tiny push that almost sent him over the edge. He could cum, but he had to think outside of the bubble and give her the completion that he wanted her to have. Pearl wasn’t just some chick, she was…what?
    He gave his annoying thoughts a tumble from his mind and concentrated on her twinkling eyes and heavy lids. Yeah, she had the look of a woman that wanted to ride him like a bull. He’d like that—a lot.
    Balancing on her knees, she lifted until his tip was at her wet lips, then shimmied her hips, circling his head. “Aw, shit, baby.” His words came out through gritted teeth. He was holding on, needing more than an eight-second ride. His heart pounded in his ears.
    Then she came down fast and hard on him and he sucked in a deep breath. Much more of that and he was a quick goner.
    The tip of her tongue came out and smoothed across her lower lip. She gave her hair a toss over one shoulder in a way that made his balls boil. “And you were worried you couldn’t satisfy me?” he said on the exhale of a breath.
    “You like this?” Her soft voice triggered even more sensations in his lower belly.
    She bit her lip and he cursed under his breath. The woman was a pro at this, how could she doubt her seduction?
    Bracing his hands on her thighs, he pumped himself into her, sliding his cock in and out in a pattern that had her moaning. Her breasts bounced and her nipples were hard. He wanted to watch her forever, but his body had other plans.
    She grabbed his throbbing balls in a gentle, but firm clutch, squeezing and kneading. Spasms of need burst through him and his spine tightened.
    “Are you holding back, cowboy?” One brow shot up.
    “A little, darlin’. I don’t want to embarrass myself.” He wanted to bury himself deep inside of her, make her his. Supporting her, he laid her back on the bed, keeping the connection between their bodies.  Pleasure blasted through him as he sunk into her. He threaded his hands into her hair, fisting the silken locks. “Pure heaven here,” he said against her shoulder.
    A wild moan escaped her lips. Her hips came up, pounding against his, an invitation to take her in any way he pleased.
    Her tight muscles worked him, getting tighter and wetter. Coiled muscle clamping him in ecstasy at its finest.
    He slipped his hand between them, using the pad of his thumb and teased the slippery nub nested in her lips. Her fingernails slid down his back, bittersweet agony coursed through him. “Yes, baby. Leave your marks.”
    “You feel so good,” she whispered.
    “You do too.” His voice was ragged.
    He rolled his thumb over her clit, making a figure eight. Her breathing grew heavier, her nails digging deeper into his flesh and he tightened his hold on her hair…careful not to hurt her.
    “DJ.” His name slipped from her swollen lips.
    He removed his hand from her hair and her pussy, and grabbed her ass, drawing her closer, thrusting as far as possible. “I want to see your hand touching your slick folds. Bring yourself to release with me inside of you.”
    Without hesitation, she moved her hand between their bodies, touching the fleshy pearl. At first, she played delicately as if she was teasing her body—and teasing him. Then her fingers took on a rhythm and he followed it with his thrusts.
    “Oh…my…,” she moaned. Her body stiffened around his cock as a heat like none other spread through him.
    Two more pumps and his body cried out while white hot flames scorched his insides, oozing sparks and embers over him. The feeling landed like a raging fire in his balls and shaft. He couldn’t fight release any longer. He loosened his hold and the flames shot in his veins as he emptied his release.
    Five minutes later, he came back to reality. He slipped off of her, his cock still hard but the condom had become saggy. He grabbed the very