Cowboy Jackpot: Valentine's Day

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Authors: Randi Alexander
impatient…" He tilted her head and kissed her, his lips parting
hers, his tongue running along her teeth, fencing with her tongue until the
pressure in his groin nearly made him black out.
    With his face an inch from hers, he nipped at her lip.
"Look at me."
    Slowly, her lids rose halfway.
    "I'm going to use my mouth on your pussy, Kira. I'm
going to lick and suck you until you come for me, come all over my face."
    Her mouth parted as she dragged in air.
    He wanted that mouth, those full, perfect lips around his
cock. But he'd save that treat for later, after they came back from the parties.
They'd indulge in a long, wild night of sex. A dozen positions flashed through
his mind.
    "Then I want to slide my cock into your slick pussy,
slow and easy until you take it all, and my balls rub up against your
ass." He pinched her nipples, tweaking them into swollen buds.
    She grasped his shoulders as her knees wobbled.
    He held her hips and knelt before her. "Aw sweetheart,
you left a little patch of your curly red hair for me to play in." He
kissed her just above the tuft, and it tickled his chin. "How did you know
I like a little muff?"
    "I'm a mind reader." She ran her fingers through
his hair.
    "I am, too. Right now…" He looked up at her and
lapped at her mound. "I can tell you want to grab my hair and pull me into
your pussy."
    She fisted her hands in his hair. "Would it do any
good?" She tugged lightly. "You seem to want to torture me instead of
please me."
    "I am a mean bastard, but when you climax higher than
you ever have before, you'll thank me." He rubbed his face in her soft,
trimmed hair and glanced up at her.
    "You talk a good fuck, but I need you to prove
it."
    His hips slammed forward at the nasty word coming out of her
sweet mouth. A lady, an angel, but with a little bit of devil poking its way
out just for him.
    Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her off balance as he stood,
and caught her up in his arms. "Comin' right up, ma'am."
    She kissed his shoulder. "Gotta get you naked,
first."
    Her sweet gesture made his belly flutter. He walked to the
far side of the bed, furthest from the window. He didn't want anyone to see
her, but she was so beautiful in the sunlight, he hated to close the curtains.
He laid her gently on the mattress.
    Kira's hair fanned around her head. Against the red
comforter, her pale skin glowed with life. She ran her hands on the satin then
writhed her body over it. "Slippery. This will be fun."
    He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped, and tugged them off,
along with his socks.
    "Tightie whities? Really?" She stared at where his
cock tented the briefs.
    "Gotta keep everything in control." It struck him
that his underwear was a metaphor for his life.
    "Time to lose control, Dallas." She propped up on
her elbows and gestured toward his groin. "And time to lose those
drawers." She licked her lips, deliberately teasing him. "Take it
off, cowboy, and let loose of your epic restraint."
    Was he that easy to read? That was what he'd become over the
years, and even more so since Layna's betrayal. "How's this for no
restraint?" He turned his back to her. The sun pouring in the window
warmed his back and highlighted him like he was on stage. His shadow loomed
large on the wall in front of him. He lifted his arms and flexed.
    "Oh yes, big guy." Her voice purred low and sexy.
"Give me something to dream about."
    He grabbed the sides of his underwear and flexed again,
concentrating on his back muscles.
    "Damn, cowboy! You should be doing this on stage."
    "Ha." He could loosen up a bit in front of her. In
public? It'd scare the shit out of him. "This is a private show, for
one…" He leered at her over his shoulder. "…lucky lady."
    "Oh baby, do it."
    He slowly peeled his drawers down his ass, letting them
catch under it, showcasing it for her.
    "Sweet ass. Shake it for me."
    "Shake it?" He shrugged. "I wouldn't know how
to begin to do that."
    She laughed. "Wiggle it then? Please?"
    "For you, sweetheart, I'll try."

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