Playing with the Prop: (Rugby erotic romance)(Strathstow Sharks) Read Online Free PDF Page A

claims?”
    “Cowboy?” He started to undo his belt, strong fingers making short work of the buckle. “Well, you know what they say…”
    She frowned, mesmerized by the movement of his hands. He unsnapped the first button on his fly, then the next, and the next. His cock sprang free from confinement, accompanied by a soft groan from the depths of his chest.
    “I-I d….don’t know… What do they say?”
    Reaching down, he wrapped a big hand around his shaft and stroked. She bit her lip and fought the urge to squirm in place on the bed. Crap, she was so wet. She daren’t move for fear he’d see the damp patch.
    “Save a horse…ride a cowboy.” He chuckled, taking a step toward her as he stroked again. “You wouldn’t want those poor horses to suffer, now would you?”
    He reached the bed, standing in front of her with the tempting thick length of his cock on a level with her face. To his credit, he didn’t try to shove it toward her like some men would. Instead, he just stood there, stroking himself while he watched her.
    She tried to hold his gaze but the flushed, purple head flashing in and out of his fist in her peripheral vision was too distracting.
    “No, not at all,” she agreed, her attention not on what she was saying at all.
    She gave up all pretense of looking up at him and leaned forward. Her mouth watered at the long, perfect example of a cock in front of her, and she licked her lips. He groaned, the sound tortured, but moved his hand to allow her access. His cock bobbed for a second after he released it, the muscles in his stomach clenched tight as she reached for him. Her fingers barely met around the thick shaft, the soft skin over it silky and smooth, but she didn’t let that stop her. Stroking in long, firm movements, she glanced up to gauge his reaction.
    “ Shhhhhaahhhh …” He hissed and dropped his head back. Every line of his body snapped taut. Each muscle bunched and pulled into high definition. His cock jerked in her hand as though begging for more attention. A request she couldn’t refuse. Moving closer, she blew a warm breath over the tip.
    His head snapped up, and the blaze in his eyes scorched her to the bone. Lust and darkness warred for dominance in his eyes, the usual smile banished for now. Reaching out, he drove his hand into her hair, forming a fist. She expected pressure. For him to pull her lips toward his cock, but he didn’t. He just seemed content to watch her, as though enraptured by the sight of her lips tantalizingly close.
    A shiver rolled through her. That she had such a physically powerful man subject to her every movement thrilled her, filled her with a sense of her own power that she’d never felt before. But then, her previous boyfriends had always rushed to get to the main event, never wanting to linger. Hell, half the time she’d resorted to faking orgasm and retreated to the bathroom afterward to finish the job herself.
    She doubted very much that would be required tonight.
    Parting her lips, she flicked her tongue out and over the broad head of his cock. His grunt was accompanied by a quick clench of his fist in her hair. Not much, nothing that would hurt, as though he’d realized and limited his reaction.
    “God, Ashley. Do that again. Please,” he begged in a hoarse voice.
    Begging, she liked that. The brief taste had whetted her appetite, so she gave him what he wanted. Not in a hurry, she tilted her head and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she reached the top, then ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of his cockhead. He swore again, but she ignored it, concentrating instead on a long, slow lick over the top. Parting her lips, she engulfed him in the warmth of her mouth.
    “Fuck!” His curse this time was swift and hard, but he remained still for her. She had to give him credit for control, because his grip in her hair didn’t tighten, not even when she bobbed her head and slid him deeper.
    Hell, he was big. Her eyes