Ride a Cowboy by Desiree Holt Page A

away from him. “Could you…not hold my head?”
    “Ahh.” She heard awareness in his voice. “Bad flashback?”
    She nodded, still unable to look at him.
    “Molly.” He sat up with a slow, fluid movement. Two fingers beneath her chin turned her head toward him.”
    “Look at me, sugar.”
    She shook her head again.
    “Look at me, Molly.” His voice was firm, gentle and demanding at the same time.
    She raised her gaze to his face, afraid of what she’d see there. But the only expression was one of concern.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
    “Please don’t be sorry. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. “Molly, I want to do everything with you. Things we haven’t even discussed.” He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “I want to tie you to my bed and eat you until you can’t come anymore. But I don’t want to force you into anything.”
    “You’re not. Honestly.”
    “Listen, maybe we should just call it a night. Let things go.”
    “No.” She shook her head vigorously. “I want to do this, Chance. I want to do everything with you. Could you just…not hold my head?”
    For a moment he said nothing. Then he tilted her face up again and brushed his mouth against hers. “Yes. I can do that for you.”
    She grinned at him, then playfully shoved at his chest. “Then lay back down on those pillows right now, cowboy.”
    She noticed that Chance now kept his hands deliberately at his sides as she took him in her mouth again. As thick as he was, he filled her completely, leaving little room for her tongue to maneuver around. Still she managed to tickle the sides of his shaft as she drew him in deep, again rubbing him against the roof of her mouth.
    One hand cupped his balls, tickling the soft skin of the sac. Sitting as she was on her heels, the broad plug filling her dark channel rubbed inside her every time she shifted. If she twisted her body just right, it moved in an erotic rhythm as she worked her magic on Chance’s cock. She forgot about Boyd, forgot about bad memories, and was completely lost in a sensual fog, her focus only on the plug doing its thing in her rectum and the thick shaft swelling even more in her mouth.
    “Molly.”
    Was that Chance? Why was he saying anything?
    “Molly, sugar, please.” His hands touched her shoulders, lightly first then gripping harder.
    She stopped the movement of her head and hands, blinked and looked at him as if in a haze.
    “What? What’s wrong? Am I doing—”
    “You’re doing fine.” His voice sounded strained. “Too fine. I’d love to come in your mouth, but we’ll save that for another time. Right now, I want to be inside your pussy. Okay?”
    Reluctantly she released her hold on him. “Okay,” she answered in a shaky voice, giving his cock one final swipe with her tongue.
    Chance raised himself up, lifted her from where she knelt between his thighs and in seconds she was flat on her back, looking up at him.
    “Molly.” His mouth was barely an inch from hers, his eyes filled with a raging heat boring into hers. “Will you let me tie your hands? To the headboard?”
    She blinked, remembering one of the books she’d read that described a scene like that. She’d be completely at his mercy but…But he wasn’t Boyd and she needed to keep remembering that. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak as a delicious shaft of heat speared though her.
    “Don’t move,” he told her.
    He left the bed only long enough to open his closet, reach inside and pull out two ties. Then he was back, winding the soft material around each wrist, pulling her hands back over her head and tying the fabric to the spindles in the headboard. The heat in his eyes burned even brighter and his breath came faster.
    “You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asked, the fire dimmed slightly by a touch of uncertainty. “It’s just, this is the way I like sex. And there are so many different