Six Degrees of Desperation (Dirty Tricks) Read Online Free

her best black lace bra. “Is that all you have, cowboy?”
    Fingers slipping the buttons free on his
shirt, Connor stalked around the side of the bed. “There’s more…so
much more.” He shed his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. In the
next second, he was on the bed, lying beside her, kissing her, his
tongue thrusting between her teeth, teasing hers, sliding along its
length.
    It wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her,
thrusting his cock in the same motion as his tongue. Her blood
pounded through her veins, her breath catching in her throat.
    His mouth left hers, traveling down the edge
of her jaw, following the line of her throat, kissing and nipping
at the sensitized skin until he found the puckered nipples pressing
against the silken, lacey fabric of her bra. He bit through the
lace, capturing a nipple below, rolling it between his teeth.
    Charli’s back arched off the mattress, a
moan escaping past her vocal cords. “More. Please, more.”
    “For you…anything.” He pushed her bra over
her breasts, then sucked a nipple deep into his mouth, pulling
hard.
    Her feet digging into the mattress, Charli
pressed upward, her hands capturing his head, holding him close as
wave after wave of sensation washed over her.
    Connor’s other hand tweaked the tip of her
other nipple, then slid across her ribs and downward.
    “Oh, Connor, hurry, before I come apart.”
Charli’s fingers gripped his hair, urging him downward.
    He complied, leaving a trail of warm, wet
kisses across her ribs and down to her panty line. His thumbs
hooked the elastic and dragged the black lace over her mound and
down her legs to her ankles.
    Impatient for more, Charli kicked off the
panties, slinging them to a corner.
    A grin spread across Connor’s face and he
crept up the middle of the bed between her legs, his hand sliding
along the inside of her thigh to the center of her heat.
    Charli lifted her knees then let them fall
to the side, exposing her wet core to Connor.
    He bent his head, leaving butterfly kisses
on the insides of both knees and all the way up to her pussy.
    “Please, Connor, please,” Charli begged.
“You’re teasing me.”
    “I thought you liked foreplay.” His tongue
flicked out, swirling around her channel, delving in then back
out.
    Charli gasped. “It’s highly overrated,” she
said, her breath catching as her muscles clenched in response to
his next attack on her vagina.
    “I think it’s well worth the effort.” He
parted the hairs over her clit, then the folds and breathed out a
warm stream of air.
    The sparks the air ignited made Charli buck
beneath him. “Please, Connor, make me scream.”
    His chuckle added more warm air to her
already heated pussy.
    “Nooowwww,” she cried out.
    “Patience, sweetheart.” He tongued her clit,
laving her like a tasty morsel, licking and sucking the nubbin into
his mouth.
    Charli’s fingers dug into Connor’s hair, her
nails scraping against his scalp, the sensations rocketing through
her, launching her into orgasm. She threw back her head and
screamed, her body pulsing, each spasm racking over her until she
fell back against the bed, completely limp.
    Chuckling, Connor crawled up her body, his
bare chest pressing against her breasts, his jeans scraping against
her thighs and hips.
    “Aren’t you overdressed?” Charli reached
between them, her fingers finding the rivet at his waistline.
    His hand stopped her and he kissed the tip
of her nose. “I can wait.” He kissed her lips. “I have to get back
to work. I promised the boss I’d help out at the rodeo. Gabe’s
bronc riding today.”
    Disappointment welled up. “Really? You’re
leaving?” She wriggled against him. “Sure you don’t want to
stay?”
    “Oh, I want to stay.” He kissed her soundly
and rolled off the bed. “But I have to go.”
    Body still languid with afterglow, Charli
slipped her bra in place, sat up and drew her knees up to her chin.
“I’ll see you tonight?”
    He shoved his