Ride a Cowboy by Desiree Holt

on the bed.
    As last the shudders subsided, leaving her gasping for breath yet strangely still unfulfilled. She wanted Chance inside her. Now, right now.
    “Oh, darlin’, you are so responsive.” His slow drawl was like molasses running uphill, thick and warm.
    His wide hand splayed across her buttocks, centered over the butt plug he’d pushed inside her. His other hand reached between her thighs and stroked her pussy.
    “Feel good, Molly?” His voice was rich with desire. “Loved that orgasm, sugar. And see? You’re dripping wet.” His hand smoothed over her ass again. “We’ll leave it in there for a while and take it out before you leave. I want you to put it in every morning after your shower.” He leaned over her and bit the lobe of her ear. “Another few days and you should be just about ready for me.
    Her skin felt hot and cold at the same time, and the pulse in her womb drummed its insistent beat. When Chance rolled her over to her back she could feel the plug inside her, stretching her, pressing against tiny nerves. He bent her legs back and placed her hands on her knees, leaving her open to his gaze. She had never felt so exposed in her life. The sensation of the plug was so intense, the presence of the balls so powerful, she knew he could see exactly how they affected her.
    “Stay just like that,” he commanded. “Don’t move.”
    He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching her while he took his swollen cock in his hand and slowly stroked it from root to tip. Just looking at him doing that ramped up the desire spreading through Molly. She wet her lips with her tongue, sliding it back and forth.
    “Jesus, Molly,” he breathed.
    He crawled up onto the bed beside her, stretched out and maneuvered them both until he was on his back and she was between his knees. Her mouth was inches from his erection and the heavy sac of his testicles. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she itched to taste him.
    “Go ahead,” he urged, reaching to stroke himself again. “Let me feel those soft lips around my cock, sugar.”
    Still adjusting to the strange feeling of the plug inside her and those devilish little balls pinging her nerves, she leaned forward, wrapped her slim fingers around his shaft and licked the velvet head with the tip of her tongue. Chance jerked beneath her tongue, and a slow moan rolled up from his throat.
    Chance watched her, his eyes burning with lust and desire. She swept her tongue over the plum-colored head again, and his cock flexed in her fingers. The heavy beat of his blood pulsed through the thick vein that wound around the steel-hard shaft.
    “You’re killing me here,” he said, his voice rough.
    “I want to take my time,” she teased, and licked again.
    But then the urge to take him fully in her mouth overwhelmed her and she slid her lips slowly down the shaft, tilting her head just enough to take him deep. She deliberately let the broad head slide against the roof of her mouth as she moved her lips lower and lower.
    He threaded his fingers through her hair to steady her, and suddenly the feel of his hands gripping her made her freeze. Boyd had been really big on oral sex—for him, not for her—but he’d always been so abrupt about it.
    Stick that thing in your mouth, Molly. Suck it. Faster, faster. Get me off. Now.
    And he’d hold her head so tightly his fingers dug into her scalp while he thrust in and out of her mouth. She had an instant image of him holding her head prisoner, fucking her mouth with a rough movement that gave her no pleasure at all. Her fingers tightened convulsively on Chance then opened and dropped away. She jerked her head back, her teeth scraping the length of his shaft, making him jump.
    His eyes widened, a questioning look in them. “What is it, Molly? What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t like it.”
    She bit her lip. “It’s not that. I really want to. It’s just that…”
    “Just that what?” he prompted.
    She looked