Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (2 page)

Kit positioned her over him and lapped at her nipples, pampering them with all sorts of attention as he buried his tortured dick inside her, taking his sloppy seconds and already looking forward to a third helping. With any luck, she’d serve up a fourth.

“Come on, Kit baby. Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“You don’t wanna know,” he promised, hammering forward, moving closer and closer to his release. The pulsing heat of his semen stung the base of his cock. He thrust inside her evenly, waiting a few seconds between each assault. “Hmm… Nope, you sure don’t.”

“Of course I do,” she whispered against his lips. “I love it when you’re naughty with me.”

“This has nothin’ to do with us,” he grumbled, sitting up, grabbing her around the waist, and tossing her to the bed, tucking her body under his. Why did women find it necessary to discuss a wide range of topics varying from menstrual cramps to those “how do you feel about me” conversations right in the middle of a thrashing screw?

“Ooh, lover, I like it when you’re rough.”

Kit stared down at the lone person who undoubtedly held his heart in the palms of her tiny hands. It was bad enough that he’d received troubling news, information destined to destroy the relationship they’d built, but to acknowledge the reason why the e-mail bothered him, well, that was another beast altogether.

Holly’s pussy pulsed around his thick penis. “Ah, that feels nice, vixen. Like that. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

Lips thinned. Eyelashes fluttered. She tilted her head and looked at him like one of those vampires on late-night television might, staring at him too intently. Hell, what was she trying to do—glamour a cowboy?

As her expression softened, her cunt embraced his cock, gripping the rigid length with an unyielding flex. “Resist this,” she stated proudly, squeezing him tighter.

“Hell and damnation!” he screamed.

His battle was lost. His cum jetted through his veins, swirling higher as the first spill pulsed at the crest then spewed through the slit.

Her moves matched his. Their bodies jerked together. “Oh dear God, yes!” Now he felt like he was literally knocking on heaven’s door.

His cum shot forward and quickly filled the condom. Still, he banged her, pounding as hard as he could in order to get closer. Ah damn, he needed to go as far as she’d let him, deeper than he’d ever been. He longed to be part of her, hold her close enough so when their time was over he’d never forget.

Her pulsing cunt pumped his dick as he slid back and forth. He lingered between those slick, heated folds. “Hold still.”

Her eyes were heavy then. She stopped all at once. He shoved his penis inside her again, trying to make the final seconds last as long as possible, for it would be their final lovemaking session.

Images rolled through his head like a movie clip. Various scenarios played out in his mind’s eye as he let her abuse the hell out of his cock.

Shit! He didn’t want to think of her with other men.

He screwed harder.

Fuck! He couldn’t stand to think of another man touching her.

He stamped her again, realizing his own strength had begun to deteriorate.

A sudden sigh fell from his lips. He was barely aware of his vocal release as his cock twitched inside her walls. He shivered against her.

Holly’s palms flattened. She smoothed them across his belly then went after what she wanted most. The woman knew how to make a man work for her pleasure and his, but when she was ready to come, an injunction couldn’t restrain her.

“Oh yes, Kit. Right there! Stroke my pussy for me. Ah, Kit. Keep that hard dick right there. Don’t move. Let me get off! Damn you!”

He clasped her hands and kissed her hard on the lips. The kiss wasn’t passionate and meaningful. It was a mad kiss, a kiss to shut her up so he could finish the job, pull out, and go out to the barn and pout.

A man, especially a cowboy like himself, owned that right.

Holly reached between her legs and played with her clit, manipulating the bud under the pads of her fingers. Her long auburn hair fanned around her tan face and she looked sated. “More, baby. Don’t quit on me. I need a good fucking.”

“You need a good fucking?” he taunted her, pulling out an inch or more.

“Yes, Kit baby. Oh yes.”

“Like this?” he asked, giving her a deliberate poke. He wormed his way inside her hot cunt and squirmed around until he was buried balls deep.

“Exactly. Perfect, Kit. Sweet hell. That feels so nice,” she whispered, dragging her fingernails over his chest and shoulders.

“How about like this?” he asked, pulling all the way out and then feeding her an inch at a time—and he had at least ten there to share. “You like that, honey?”

“No, no, no,” she whined. “I need all of you. Stay inside me and fuck me right, tiger.”

As if he fucked her wrong? Damn, if she didn’t know how to douse the flames enraging him.

Holly slapped her palms against his shoulders. When her hands started propelling every which way, he realized she was close. So close. A man looking for revenge could’ve been a real dick right then.

Of course, he had a lot to lose if he pulled out and let this moment slip away.

“Please, Kit. Now!” She gasped. “I need to come now!”

Hell’s fury. She was impossible to please.

He bit down on his lip. God help him, if he hadn’t needed to get off once more himself, he might have deserted her right then, shown her who was boss and why the women in his bed before her paid attention to the principles he taught.

Then again, past lovers were his submissives. Holly made her demands crystal clear. She was no man’s bitch—a slang term she’d rudely abused whenever Domination and submission was brought up for discussion.

At one time, he planned to punish her appropriately for disrespecting the lifestyle and those anxious to step back into the life. Now, he wouldn’t have the chance.

With the thought, he throttled her again with uneven strokes, working his cock from side to side, tapping her wherever his dick could reach and growing uncomfortable by the full rubber he had yet to shed.

Suddenly, Holly reached her peak. “Right there. Yes! Oh yes! Hmm…perfect! Get off with me!”

As soon as she tightened around him, his balls throbbed. His cock was hot with semen, a flood of his juice building and building. There was something to be said for the second time around.

Violent tremors zipped through Holly’s body. Her orgasm took hold. She gasped and laughed, writhing under the pressure, gripping his arms with a tighter clasp as her nails dug into his flesh.

She bucked like a wild animal as her breasts bounced, and she parted her legs just a fraction wider. He shoved her knees toward her chest and seized her thighs. Grinding against her, he screwed her like a capable man should, taking control and claiming the woman who’d not only betrayed him but also twisted a knife in his brother’s back, too.

Damn her for this unexplainable emptiness brewing inside him. Fuck her for making him want her more than he needed his next sip of air.

Her tight pussy trapped his cock. She flexed her vagina, triggering a multitude of vibrations.

Ah hell! He still wanted her. He yearned for her, and the truth behind his need was frightening. He was afraid of what he’d miss if he didn’t have this!

Her pulsating cunt milked his dick, thrumming as the narrow channel closed around his penis. Sweet sensations traveled over him, and he jerked as he thrust, screwing her with every drop of energy he had left. “God, yeah, Holly,” he muttered, filling his condom to overflow with what should’ve been spilling inside her pussy.

“Right there,” she said dreamily, dragging her long fingers through strands of hair. “We’re good together. Aren’t we, tiger?”

“Shh,” he said, collapsing in her arms, his dick resting inside her. “Give me a minute.”

“A minute is all you may have,” she said, kissing his neck. “I’m in one of my moods again today.”

“I see that,” Kit remarked. When the hell wasn’t she a super freak in bed? Lately, the more sex he or Kemper gave her, the more she demanded from them.

“Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy me.”

“Then stop acting like you have to fuck around the clock in order to be content,” he grumbled, rolling away from her. With his arm folded against his head, he listened to ragged breathing—hers more than his.

Kit realized what he had to do. The emotional tailspin sent his heart racing faster than the aftermath of sex. He felt used. He had been betrayed, and betrayal wasn’t something he handled well.

Without a doubt, Holly had always been in this relationship for the wrong reasons. She was in it for the money just like every other woman he and Kemper shared in the past.

“What is wrong with you?”

As if she cared. There was no compassion in her voice, nothing to indicate she really wanted to see what was eating at him so they could find the root of the problem and work forward from there.

Kit left the bed. He reached for his pants, took out his cell phone, and slapped the small device against the comforter. “Why don’t you read all about it for yourself? Maybe then you’ll understand why I want you to pack your bags and get out.”

As he stormed away, he made up his mind. He wouldn’t look back. He wouldn’t turn around if she asked him to stay.

Too much was gnawing at him. Too much was driving him insane. Topping the list were nagging questions left unanswered.

What if he were making a mistake? What if Holly wasn’t interested in the money? What if she actually cared for them as deeply as they had begun to care for her?

Hell and damnation. What if she loved them? Worse still, what if those feelings were reciprocated?

He paused at the door. He felt her eyes at his back, that hard gaze raking over his flesh.

It was too late. They were finished. The relationship was over. The damage was already done.