Page 24 of Falling For Her Cowboy (Silver Creek Ranch #9)

His audible swallow was the only sound to come from him.

She added another finger and repeatedly plunged them as far as she could into her wet channel.

Another moan tore from her. She liked having him watch her.

She didn’t care they were in the kitchen.

All that mattered was this man was hungry for her.

He had yet to respond to her.

“Need me to repeat myself?” she gasped.

She couldn’t get herself stretched as wide as he could and she couldn’t wait to feel that burn she knew that came from his cock breaching her. He had yet to take his eyes off her fucking herself. She withdrew her slippery fingers and moved them to show him exactly what she wanted.

“Your tongue here on my clit. Your dick here in my pussy.”

She pushed her fingers back inside and groaned.

Something in Ridge snapped. He trapped her wrist and pulled her hand away from her center. He took her fingers and brought them to his mouth. He licked them completely clean of her wetness. She inhaled sharply, her core clenching. He ensured every drop of her cream was gone from her fingers.

“So fucking good,” he murmured then released her wrist.

His eyes had darkened to where they appeared black, and Melah sensed a shift in him.

His lips brushed her inner thigh, and she knew in that minute this man truly owned her body.

He moved to the other thigh and pressed a kiss to that one.

She shook, anticipation building up inside her.

She spread herself open for him, waiting for the moment his tongue connected with her swollen bundle of nerves.

She entwined her fingers in his hair and tried to guide him to her center.

He growled, “Don’t rush me.”

She fell back against the counter and cried out in frustration.

His lips slowly made their way to her core, and she could have wept.

His tongue slid through her entire slit, taking his own taste of her.

Melah held on to his head the second his lips closed around her swollen bundle of nerves. She gasped and arched her hips to him.

The man didn’t play when it came to feasting on her. He consumed her like a starving man eating his first full meal in weeks. Her cries filled the air while he worked her body. Her legs shook from the sensations coursing through her.

Ridge’s tongue and fingers worked her up in the most delicious way.

He brought her to the edge of ecstasy but didn’t allow her to cross the line.

Her begging and pleading went ignored. She rotated her hips to him.

Two of his fingers were inside her, thrusting hard while he suckled her clit.

She moved in the rhythm of his hand while he fucked her this way.

Melah had a firm grip on his hair. She glanced down at his head between her legs and loved the sight of him where he was.

“Ridge,” she gasped.

He rotated his fingers around in a circle and hit the spot inside her that sent her spiraling out of control.

She screamed his name, her orgasm overtaking her.

It was amazing she didn’t tear the hair from his head.

She arched upward while her body shook and trembled.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she rode the waves of intense pleasure that rocked her.

He didn’t give her any reprieve. The man was set on owning her body and soul. He continued his welcoming assault on her clit. Her muscles pulsated around his fingers. She shook her head, unable to withstand anymore.

“Please,” she gasped. She needed him inside her. She no longer wanted his talented fingers. She needed his thick cock pushing into her. “Ridge. I need you. Please give me your dick.”

She may be a proud woman, but she had no problems begging Ridge to fill her up with his big cock.

He released her clit then gave it a kiss. He glanced up at her and licked his lips. That infamous grin of his appeared. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He lowered his head again and kissed her sensitive clit.

He stood straight and reached for his jeans.

Melah didn’t care what she looked like spread out on his kitchen island.

He shoved his jeans down, freeing his engorged member.

A moan came from Melah, and she zeroed in on it.

She used her weak arms to push up into a sitting position.

He kicked his jeans off and reached for her. She went into his arms willingly.

She hopped down from the island. The air escaped her as he twirled her around to bring her back to his chest. His cock rested along her bottom.

It was hard and hot, and she couldn’t wait to feel him in her.

He tapped her ankles with his foot to spread her legs open.

He nuzzled her neck. He slowly rubbed himself on her.

“Ridge,” she moaned.

“Keep saying my name. I want to hear it,” he murmured.

He pushed her forward to brace against the island. He guided the thick mushroomed tip of his member to her opening. He ran it through her slit to gather some of her wetness on it. She whimpered and held still when he paused at her opening. He pushed forward and breached her.

“Oh God,” she cried out.

His hands rested on her hip and her neck. She bit her lip, and he fed more of his cock into her. The stretch and burn of her channel sent an electrical current through her body. Once he was buried fully inside her, she finally breathed.

“Fuck. You feel so damn good, Melah.”

His large hand tightened on her neck, applying a slight pressure. His other hand gripped her hip, and he withdrew and then sank into her again.

“Don’t move.”

His words were clipped and strangled. Melah reached down and gripped the edge of the counter. She was never one to listen to orders too well. She rotated her hips, eliciting a curse from Ridge. He withdrew and slammed into her hard. A cry tore from her.

“I told you not to move.” He repeated the motion, and this time he kept going.

Melah welcomed each hard thrust. The sounds of their lovemaking took over the kitchen. Ridge continued to pound away into her. He reached a depth that she didn’t think was possible.

She chanted his name. Her brain couldn’t formulate any other word.

She held on for dear life to the counter while he gave her his all.

She moved her hips to meet his, and it wasn’t long before his grip on her grew painful.

The angle of his cock entering her set off another climax for Melah.

She cried out while her entire body grew taut.

Ridge roared and filled her with streams of his release.

His hips jerked a few more times before falling still.

Melah rested her cheek on the cool surface and tried to get control of her breathing. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Her heart pounded. She didn’t ever want to move. Ridge was still lodged inside her—she was complete.