Excerpt of Whatcha Gonna Do With A Cowboy by Jodi Linton

I blew a piece of hair off my bottom lip. “It takes two if
you wanna party.”

He tongued me through the scrap of silk, deepening the kiss
as he shoved aside the fabric and slid his thumb across my
swollen, wet, and oh so hungry pussy. “You’ll get your
turn, darling.” He nudged my knees to spread my legs wider,
and being the good girl that I am, I made him room.

“This is so unfair.”

“I never said I play fair, Laney,” he said, and teasingly
tugged at the hair surrounding my slick nub.

And then my G-string met its fate around my ankles. No
complaining on my part when he flicked a finger across my
love button. I threw my head back over the armrest and
spread my legs even wider. He was having way too much fun
taking his time, getting me bowed up more than a Halloween
cat. He pulled at my erect nipple, rolling it between his
thumb and forefinger.

I lifted my head off the couch, ready to beg him for
relief, but damned if I’d do it. “Shit! I’m not gonna be
able to take much more, Gunner. I’m about to come as it
is.”

He grazed his thumb across my clit and pinched. “Does that
feel like I’m done with the foreplay, darling?” he asked
casually and then applied pressure.

“Oh Lord almighty,” I gasped. “You can’t do that.”

“This?” He chuckled, squeezing gently again.

It was time for those Wranglers to find a new home. On the
floor looked mighty cozy. I grabbed at his huge belt buckle
in hopes of setting that mind-blowing dick free, but that
was before he drove two fingers into me and made me arch,
gasping, off the couch. He practically killed me, thrusting
against the outer lips of my sex. Adrenaline pumped through
my veins, my toes curled, and he’d hit the mark when he
pushed deeper at the exact moment he nipped at my swollen
tit, drawing it between his teeth, and sucking hard and
quick.

“I’m dying here, cowboy,” I screamed when a third finger
impaled me.

He smiled at me, and shit, I knew I was in deep trouble. It
took only one look at those lethal brown eyes to know he
was fixing to give me a run for my money.