A Little White Lie by MacKenzie McKade Page A

perhaps it was the fact she had never had sex on a sleeping bag, the melody of a waterfall lulling her, or the romantic scent of pines all around. Then again, maybe it was the man who’d captured her lips and possibly even her heart.
    She met his caress with a hunger of her own, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. Images of her going down on him, that delicious cock in her mouth, made her squirm impatiently against him.
    “Please,” she murmured against his lips.
    His eyes darkened as he got to his feet.
    Kneeling, she looked up through heavy lashes. “I need to taste you.”
    He took his time unfastening his belt and jeans, staring at her with an intensity that sent her desire spiraling.
    She didn’t wait—couldn’t. With both hands, she grasped his pants and yanked downward, revealing an impressive bulge against his white skivvies. Her tongue glided between her lips, her mouth watering. Slipping a finger between his waistband and skin, she traced a path and paused.
    “Don’t stop.” He weaved his fingers into her hair and eased her forward. “Fuck me with that gorgeous mouth.”
    Stella didn’t need any encouragement. She pulled his briefs and jeans down to his knees.
    His cock arched against his belly, jerking several times beneath her scrutiny. Folding her fingers around the hard shaft, she began a casual glide from base to head and back again. She heard his sharp intake of air. The veins in his neck protruded as his hold on her hair tightened. Bittersweet pain exploded at her roots, exciting her even more.
    She leaned inward, licking a path around the sensitive tip. “More.” There was a thickness in his tone. He thrust his hips forward, and she took him into her mouth.
    He was so large that she felt him at the back of her throat. Her gag reflex threatened, but she inhaled through her nose, focusing instead on JD’s lustful expression. She slid her mouth up and down, pausing to suckle and work her throat muscles and tongue.
    “Yeah. Suck it hard.”
    Long, firm draws forced little sounds from him that excited her. Her nipples ached to be fondled. Her pussy convulsed and at one point she thought she might come in her jeans. She loved everything about this cowboy. The fire in his eyes, the way he made her feel as if she belonged in Montana—in his arms.
    He rocked back on his heels, breaking their connection. “Dammit.” The sandpapery growl she loved so much greeted her and something snapped inside him, because he knelt, grabbing a hold of her jeans. Within a blink of an eye he had her pants undone and down around her knees. His movements were smooth as he repositioned her on her hands and knees away from him. She looked over her shoulder to see him extracting a condom from a pocket. He stared at her with such longing it made her struggle for her next breath. As he sheathed himself, he inched closer.
    Threads of sensation made the small hairs on her back stand up as his fingertips smoothed down her spine, dipped into the small of her back and then the crease of her cheeks. When he stroked her puckered skin, she gasped.
    “You have a beautiful ass.” With his knuckle he exerted pressure that made her pussy weep. “Not this time, but soon.” He teased her with his wicked promise. Dragging his fingers lower, he parted her folds and delved inside. “Tight. Wet.” He pumped in and out of her body, making her inner muscles clamp down. “Damn, you feel good.”
    She closed her eyes. Every nerve in her body came alive as he stroked close to her G-spot. Out of nowhere her orgasm rose to the surface, but immediately faded into the background when he moved away from the spot. Desperately she reached for fulfillment, riding his hand, pushing against it so that his fingers penetrated deeper.
    Easing back, he pulled out of her.
    “JD.” Her whimper was dashed when his cock slid between her thighs. Hard, thick and oh so good.
    He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. In seconds he was