Sandy looked at him wide-eyed. Neal wasn’t letting her get away lightly. Since Rory had phoned and told him she knew his secret, he’d been waiting for her. Only to be denied day after day.
She moved to the sink and leaned over. Her skirt rode up displaying her pale cheeks.
Neal went to her. He pushed her small skirt all the way up. He saw the back of her thong. The straps around her hips with the diamond shape at the base of her back. He followed the line down through the cheeks of her ass, past the puckered rosette of her anus. He heard her gasp and smiled. Going down, he cupped her mound. The silky material was soaking wet from her juices.
“Are you turned on?”
“You know I am.”
Neal chuckled. Even with her pussy in his hand she still had her attitude. Grasping her hips, he spun her around to face him. Years of hard labor at the ranch made it easy for him to pick her up and sit her on the counter where he wanted her.
Slipping between her thighs, he stared into her eyes.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not,” she whispered.
Using his finger, he traced a line down her chest, circled both her nipples, and then slipped under her skirt. The temptation at the apex of her thighs was calling to him. The small bit of fabric was all that separated him from her juicy slit.
“Then you won’t mind me doing this,” he said. Neal pushed her thong out of his way. Sliding a finger against her bare wet slit, he watched Sandy moan. Her eyelids drooped. Circling her clit, he got acquainted with her pussy and what she liked.
“That feels good,” she murmured.
“I can make you feel much better,” he promised.
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Sandy closed her eyes as his finger slid against her pussy. The roughness of his skin on her clit almost had her hurtling over the edge of ecstasy. All night she’d been bending over the pool table with the hope he’d see her. Never had she expected this reaction.
“Your pussy is nice and wet.” He pulled her to the edge of the counter, her ass balancing on the end. She held on, biting her lip waiting to see what he would do next.#p#分页标题#e#
“I’m going to punish you, Sandy.”
Something happened to his voice. Neal always sounded stern or serious but there was a sharpness to his words. The rough sound combined with the deep sensuality had her anticipating what type of punishment he may want to dish out.
“How?” Since her talk with Rory she’d done some research as any woman in her position would. There were questions she wanted answered, however, she was shocked by how excited she’d become when she found what Neal could be into.
“I think you have an idea.”
He knelt in front of her. A small tug and her thong left her body in two pieces. Her pussy exposed for him to see. She loved to shave her pubic hair. The sensation was intensified when she fingered herself on the worst nights of her loneliness.
“I’ve never seen such perfection before,” he crooned, running his hand over her bare wetness. “Do you have your pussy waxed at your salon?”
She nodded her head. “Yes. One of the girls taught me how to do it to myself so if I don’t have time to wait for an appointment. I have the kit at home.”
“I love this. I don’t want you to change anything, agreed?”
At the hungry look in his eyes, she could only nod her head again. Is this what Rory meant about him being in control? If his voice stayed that deep and alluring, he could tell her what to do every fucking second of the day. The hum inside her body grew. Her cream must be leaking out of her body. She didn’t care.
Neal Haney was on his knees before her, staring at her pussy. Who could complain about that?
“I can’t wait to watch my dick sink inside you.”
Moaning, Sandy tightened her hands around the edge of the counter. The man tormented her with every word. She hadn’t seen him naked but from the size of the outline on his denim jeans she knew he was large. If he would just get on with satisfying both of their needs and fuck her already.
“I’m going to taste you now. Don’t stop me. Hold onto that counter. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you beg,” he said.
Unable to tear her eyes away, she watched his head near her pussy. He didn’t lick down her slit, he licked her lips. His tongue coated her outer lips in his saliva while his hands held her thighs open. She gazed at the contrast of pale white thighs against his sun-tanned skin.
Each lip got his undivided attention before he parted her. He sucked her clit inside his mouth. She couldn’t contain the cry of pleasure that echoed off the walls. The cowboy she’d been in love with for five years had his tongue on her. His head between her legs. The image more surreal than she could ever have imagined.