Espino, Stacey - Midlife Ménage [Ride 'em Hard 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino Page A

the cowboy mounting her and fucking her raw, but only a twinge.
    He dropped his head forward and kissed her hard, demanding. She’d given him the permission he needed, and he wasn’t wasting the chance. As he supported his weight over her, he used his free hand to unzip his jeans. She could scarcely recall what a man’s cock looked like, never mind filling her body. The sound of his zipper lowering registered loud and clear, even with his sensual assault of her mouth.
    “You’re tense again,” he said, trailing kisses along her jawline to that insatiable erogenous zone around her ear. “No need. I’ll go nice and slow.” Then he added, “This time.”
    Jackson unbuttoned her jeans next. She was actually doing this. It was too difficult to pull her Levi’s down her hips in their current position, so he rose to his knees and hooked his hands at the waistband on either side of her. He tugged the material off, along with her panties. When she looked up from her bed of blankets, she saw his monster cock jutting out from his jeans. It was huge and hungry. She swallowed hard, wondering if it would even fit inside of her, and imagining how satisfying it would feel if it did.
    “Take off your shirt. I want you naked.”
    She did as he asked because she was committed to seeing this through. Her body wasn’t something to write home about, but for her age, she was proud of her figure. She worked hard and it showed. Her body was lean and healthy, but wouldn’t be too impressive to a young buck like Jackson. She hated the thought of him comparing her to the twenty-year-old one-night stands he probably had over the years.
    He licked his lips like a predator moving in for the kill, his eyes narrowed and focused on her intimate parts. When he dropped back down over her, their bare skin colliding was electric. A bond was formed just lying together skin to skin, no barrier between them. His cock was prodding her thighs, more like a metal rod, not a part of his anatomy.
    “Are you ready?”
    “Do cowboys normally talk this much?”
    He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

    * * * *

    Jackson’s ribs ached from where he’d been struck with a crowbar by one of Jason’s friends. He didn’t tell Wendy about it because she had enough on her plate with Kylie and her ailing farm. Besides, they weren’t broken, just sore as all hell. The beauty under him was an excellent distraction, and with all his blood racing to his cock, sex was the answer.
    After only getting reluctance or mixed signals, Wendy appeared anxious to get started. She writhed beneath him, her hips shifting this way and that as he prepared himself. He brought two fingers to her pussy to test her readiness. She was slick with moisture, beads of liquid leaking down to her ass. “You’re nice and wet for me,” he said.
    She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. So far she’d allowed him to be the aggressor, the instigator. She’d continually avoided touching him, not taking what she clearly wanted—until now. It felt like heaven to have Wendy’s hands on his body, exploring, caressing. He closed his eyes and savored her delicate fingers claiming him.
    His balls pulled up high, and his dick had never been so swollen. As much as he’d love to lie with Wendy all day, he had immediate needs that had to take precedence. He prodded her slick folds with the head of his cock, and teased her clit, distributing the abundance of moisture. When he finally sank the first inch of his erection inside her, he stalled, his eyes lolling back in his head. “You’re tight, Wendy.” Impossibly tight. He didn’t expect a woman of her age with four children to be so snug, but he welcomed the tight hug on his dick. “So freakin’ good,” he muttered as he sank deeper.
    He realized she’d frozen as he entered her, her legs locked at the sides of his hips, and her arms in a death grip around his neck. Jackson kissed her temple and then the tears forming at the