Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas - Volume 2 by Keri Ford Page A

the length that didn’t fit in her mouth and she took him. Pulled him deep and didn’t let go. One hand assisted, the other she curved around his ass and dug her nails in, arching him to her.
    “Oh, God. Just like that, honey. Just like that.” He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her to finish. To give him sweet relief so that when he stretched her across his bed, he could take his time. She encouraged his hips to thrust and he did as she wanted but all too soon she released his ass and cupped his sac.
    A tingling, shattering explosion was building and she sat back, releasing him. Air rushed from him. Her breath was heavy. Her tits lifted with her panting as she sat on her heels and opened her thighs. “Still no touching?”
    He shook his head, trying to clear out the temporary blindness from the orgasm he was robbed from. Hell, he’d been right there. He twisted his arms around the tight hose, jerking it harder on his wrists to keep him from jerking her against him and bending her over the nearest—fuck, any damn thing he could.
    Her knees spread and her hand, flat on her belly, slid downward. Her finger passed through her curls.
    “ Tiffany .” His breath was gone. Her name barely a whisper out his mouth.
    She stopped. The tips of her nails hovered over her slick opening she was showing him. The opening that would be his tonight. And tomorrow. And for as damn well long as he could hold on to her. “What?”
    He couldn’t answer. Her fingers were there, parting her swollen pink flesh. His cock was achy and heavy and his balls were beginning to clench in serious pain.
    Her lips tipped up at his lack of response and her hand moved lower. Her fingers curled inward and the tips nudged against her flesh, pulling a shuddering breath out of her mouth. Her head tipped back, eyes soften and skin glowed as she stroked and dipped her fingers. His balls were drawn tight. His knees weak watching her before him.
    “ Tiffany ,” he managed to squeeze out again.
    She lifted a second hand and cupped her breast. “Yes, Mike.”
    And his voice was gone again. Her fingers pinched the tip of her rosy nipple and pulled at it. “You know what I’m thinking?”
    He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His tongue was too thick.
    “Of your mouth here. Your teeth taking me rough and your tongue soothing off the burn.” Her breath increased. “Of the shadow of your beard scuffing against my skin. The sweat of your body mixing on mine. Your thick, heavy cock that was just filling my mouth, driving between my legs.”
    The water hose dropped. That was it. Vow broken. He couldn’t take it. No man could. He lifted her from the floor. Her legs wound around his hips. Her wet opening rubbed against his cock and he carried her inside. Her mouth closed over his shoulder, licking up and lightly nipping at his neck and higher to his ear. He didn’t care. He was running butt ass naked through his house, down the hall and to his room where he’d been wanting to see her for so long.
    He put her on the bed, her head on his pillows and hair fell out to the side like he imagined it would. He reached in the nightstand for a condom and covered himself. The latex was tight and just the movement of him rolling it down nearly did him in. Then he looked at her. Found her legs open and waiting. Her fingers back over her slit. Hand back on her nipple and head tilting back.
    He covered his body over hers, pulling her hands off and pinning them to the mattress. Mine. His. For the night, to touch and please.
    She bent her legs up on either side of his hips. “About damn time you let go of that perfect control of yours.”

Chapter Ten

    Tiffany had done it. She’d finally done it. She’d pushed Mike Gable beyond his grasp of control.
    He growled in her ear and thrust, filling her in one long, hard entrance. She angled her hips up and took his fast, pounding strokes. Her hands were trapped in his. His fingers squeezed so tightly on hers she