Bronco's Rough Ride (Bad Boys of Beta Squad, 0.5) Read Online Free PDF

ass and her skilled hands. Damn, that woman knew how to rub one out and he’d let her do it any time she wanted. He closed his eyes and imagined her smooth fingers wrapped around his shaft. His cock thickened with appreciation and his balls tightened against the base.
    He could almost feel her lips slide over the head and her tongue press into the divot below the glans. Oh, yeah, sweetheart. Suck it . Slick heat enveloped him as the cool silk of her hair trailed along his thighs. Pressure increased, building his arousal as her head bobbed up and down his length in his mind’s eye.
    In his head, he moaned as the soft wet sounds of her lips on his shaft reached his ears. The dark cell fell away and he imagined himself lying on a California beach with Lindsey’s sun-soaked hair over his lap. His cock flexed and his orgasm burned in his balls as the waves hissed on the shore and the sea birds cried overhead.
    Lindsey’s silken fingers brushed the hairs at his groin and John raced for the pinnacle of his release, his heart thundering for the finish. Only the sound of the bolts turning in the door and the squeak of the hinges blew apart his fantasy and he jerked his eyes open. His cock flexed in protest and his breath sawed in his chest as the door swung inward. Fuck, talk about lousy timing.
    To his surprise, the subject of his fantasy appeared and offered him a sweet smile, her gaze zeroing in on his stiff shaft. Lindsey licked her lips and some of John’s earlier arousal returned. If he could’ve wiggled like a happy puppy, his body would’ve shimmied in its restraints.
    “What have we here?” Lindsey’s sultry voice stroked him better than he’d imagined her mouth, and his cock flexed again. “Have you been pleasuring yourself without me, John?”
    How the hell did he answer that one? Yes, he’d used his own mind for pleasure, but in his mind it had been her mouth, her fingers. He moaned his frustration and blinked in surprise as the sound became reality. Holy shit, are the drugs wearing off?
    She approached his bench and her expression showed surprise. “You certainly have worked yourself int o a lather. Would you like me to help finish you off?”
    Does it snow in Minnesota? He blinked twice, groaning at the back of his throat.
    She chuckled and leaned over him, the scent of cherry blossoms filling his nose. She smells like Lady Aislynn. Is that her shampoo? The fragrance came from every part of her body and he inhaled with delight as she settled against his side.
    “Very well, since you’ve been such a good boy and waited for me so patiently, I’ll give you what you need.”
    Bronco’s cock flexed as the tail of her hair draped over her shoulder and brushed his hip. Damn, not as sexy as a full curtain, but still smooth and cool. She’d recently showered and the wet fringes tickled his hot skin. He enjoyed the sensations until her hot mouth wrapped around his shaft and he lost coherence.
    The reality of her mouth far outmatched his feeble imagination and John sank into the sweet erotic pleasure. Lindsey moaned a little as she licked around his head, tickling the edge of the glans with the tip of her tongue. His cock flexed and his balls tightened just as they had in his fantasy. Lindsey must have read the script because her hand slid down between his thighs and stroked the sensitive flesh of his sac. His scrotum tightened and his arousal swamped him, threatening to explode.
    Oh, God, yes. Suck me hard, Lindsey.
    She hummed around his cock and swallowed as if she’d heard his request. The vibration against his shaft tripped his triggers and his orgasm tore through him, shooting stars across his vision. Hot shots of cum erupted from his cock and she swallowed them all, stimulating the head more than he thought possible.
    John shuddered with the pleasure, wondering ho w he’d gotten so damn lucky. Lucky to meet Lindsey Jarvis, and unlucky to be unable to move or reciprocate. SEALs were all about getting the