The Virgin Cowboy Billionaire’s Secret Baby(70)

In the bedroom, they didn’t waste any time. Before the last scrap of clothing had even hit the floor, he pulled her into a kiss, and they tumbled into bed together. Kissing, touching each other all over, his fully hard cock rubbing against her body—he was almost too turned on to be nervous about trying something new. But he’d promised himself he was going to do this tonight, and he’d already piqued her curiosity. No turning back now.

He gently rolled her onto her back, and couldn’t resist another moment of kissing her lips before he started down her neck. He paused at her collarbone, both to tease her and to keep his courage up. Then he continued, and as he trailed kisses downward, she tensed. With every soft kiss he planted on her skin, her breathing sped up. He flicked his tongue over her hip bone.

“Oh God…” Dara exhaled. He’d barely done a thing yet, and she was already trembling—now he really hoped he didn’t disappoint.

“You’ve been so focused on me.” He gently pushed her knees apart. “Seems like I should return the favor.” He settled between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh, and her breath caught. When he glanced up, she was watching him, eyes wide. She bit her lip, and he thought she shivered as he pressed another soft kiss on her thigh, this one higher than the last.

Breaking eye contact, he continued upward. He was too nervous and too aroused to remember everything he’d read the other night, but he wasn’t about to stop.

Dara spread her legs a little wider, cursing so softly he barely heard her, but when he went down on her, the “holy shit” was loud and clear.

Tentatively, he explored her. The hair was slightly coarse, but he barely noticed it brushing his cheek or his lip. He was too busy teasing the lips of her pussy apart and working up the courage to focus on her clit. Her taste—a little sweet, a little tangy—sent electricity through him, as if his tongue were hard-wired straight to his balls. Why the hell had he been so intimidated by this?

Cautiously, he made a circle with the tip of his tongue.

She jumped. “Whoa, easy.”

Matt’s head snapped up. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“N-no. I’m fine.” She smiled. “Just sensitive. Be really gentle.”

“Noted.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, and then worked his way back to her pussy, in part to let her relax but also to rekindle his courage. There was a learning curve to all this. She hadn’t pushed him away and told him to forget it, so there was still time to get it right.

He explored her pussy all over again as if he’d never touched her like this before, driven by her soft little moans. Then he closed his lips around her clit, and with his tongue made an even softer circle than before.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured. “Just like that.”

He kept the pressure the same but tried different things—circling one way, then the other. Figure-eights. Side to side. The circles, though, made her shake more than anything, so he stuck with that. Faster. Slower. Just a little bit harder.

“Fingers,” Dara murmured. “Use…use your fingers.”

Matt shifted onto one arm. It was awkward, especially while he was still trying to concentrate on what to do with his mouth, but as he slipped two fingers inside her, he was rewarded with a shudder and a low moan. Slowly, he moved them in and out, and once he had that motion down, he shifted his attention back to his tongue on her clit.

“Bend…”

He looked up, and she gestured in the air, crooking two fingers, so he did the same. Immediately, her pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Oh…my…God.” She rocked her hips, the same way she did when he fucked her, and he moved his hand in time with them, fucking her with his fingers while he kept working at her clit. His tongue and jaw were aching, but she was still enjoying the hell out of this, so he definitely wasn’t stopping.

Dara whimpered. Then her back arched, and her hips lifted off the bed as her pussy got even tighter, and as she cried out and thrashed, he was sure he was going to come right along with her.

With one last moan, she relaxed, sinking back onto the bed. She nudged his forehead. “S-stop.”

He stopped, and as soon as he’d sat up, she grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, dragging him back down onto the bed with her.

“Fuck me,” she panted, wrapping her legs around him. “Hard.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice—he was too damned turned on to think of anything other than being inside her. She’d also pulled him close enough that his cock was already in perfect position. He thrust into her—Jesus, she was soaked.

“Harder,” she begged, almost sobbing. “Please, harder.”