Cowboy 12 Pack
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She grinned. “But do you have a favorite part?”
His eyebrows lifted. “You’re asking me to choose?”
She nodded. “What’s your fantasy?”
“Ah damn, I have so many. You’ve hit about four of them already.”
“Something…different. I want to give you everything you’ve been dreaming of.” This one night. Because she didn’t know for sure they’d ever have another. God, she hated that sliver of doubt lurking under her happiness. Couldn’t she just accept what they had today? If it was meant to last, it would last.
His brows drew together. “Reno.” His hands came out from under his head and skimmed down her back then up her ribs to rest on the sides of her breasts. “I’ve been havin’ some sinful thoughts since I saw your amazing breasts last night. You sure now? It’s really my turn to indulge a fantasy?”
“Sinful sounds like fun.” She bit her lip and arched up to give him better access.
He took hold of her breasts, flicking a finger over each sensitive nipple. “I can’t get enough of these beauties.”
Shocks of pleasure tingled from her breasts to low in her belly. “Whatever you want, Chase.” Her voice was breathy, and her imagination ran free.
“Lay on your back, your head on the corner of the bed.” He got them moving, helped her position herself just right, then he stood next to the bed.
Looking upside down at him, she watched him pull a small bottle out of his kit. He shook it and held it up to the light. “Should be enough.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?”
Chapter Seven
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CHASE SMILED. “UH huh.” His hard shaft wagged in front of Reno’s face. “I’m gonna lube up and slide between your sweet tits.”
She looked down at the deep valley between the girls. She hadn’t done this before, and a sudden spurt of nervousness raced through her. It quickly disappeared at the thought of Chase pumping between her breasts, getting off on her, shooting his cum onto her stomach. She put her hands on the outsides of her tits, pushing them together to create a tight space. “Like this?”
He groaned. “Perfect.” Squirting lube onto his palm, he rubbed it on his stiff cock. “I’m gonna stand over you.” As his thighs hit the side of the bed, one on each side of her head, she shimmied up so her head sat just on the edge of the mattress, giving him an easy shot at her cleavage.
“That’s it, baby.” He eased his shiny rod into the slit she’d created and his whole body stiffened. “Fucking perfect.”
She grinned at his language. Now that she’d let loose with cursing during sex, it felt almost natural.
He started slowly, moving in and out at a decadent pace, alternately groaning then breathing heavily. A shiver skittered through his body and his flesh puckered with goose bumps.
Against her skin, his hot, slippery cock glided like satin, the ridge around his mushroom-shaped head tickling as it rubbed her.
His balls dangled in front of her nose. She snaked her tongue out to lick them each time he withdrew himself, tasting the salt of his skin, exploring the ridges covered with hair, and the silky-smooth bare spots.
“Yeah, Reno. Suck those bad boys.”
She got busy and took one then the other into her mouth, loving the powerful position. Breathing through her nose, the clean scent of soap mixed with the musky scent of him made her hips jerk and her pussy wet.
His fingertips brushed her wrists, then he cupped his hands over hers and together they held her breasts at the ideal angle for his penetration. He moved his fingers to her areolas and traced them until her nipples hardened and anticipation had her tensing.
As his thrusts became urgent, her tongue teased and laved his sac. The sensation of his slippery cock pumping through the valley of her breasts proved nearly orgasmic for her.
When his fingers caught her nipples, tugging, twisting, and tickling them, she pressed her thighs together as her core throbbed.
He plopped his hands on the bed, bracing himself up.
She could see his face as his head hung down from his broad shoulders. His eyes were closed, his muscles tense, then his mouth opened at the same time his balls tightened.
Her tongue worked overtime, lapping and kissing.
Chase cried out and arched his back, throwing his head up, his body trembling with the force of his release. He came with a powerful rush of hot semen that burst onto her belly.
After a minute, the bed dipped as he collapsed beside her, opposite her, and groaned sluggishly.
Running a hand over his thigh, she sighed, very pleased with herself. It took a lot to make such a strong man weak and tired.
His arm moved, flopping over and landing on her knee. “Baby, that was good.” His voice grew quiet and his breaths became slow and regular. Asleep.
After a few minutes, she carefully extricated herself and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Flipping the switch, her eyes squinted against the bright light. Gazing at her reflection, she smiled through lips kissed into implant proportions by her lover.
The space between her nipples glistened, and lower, Chase’s creamy sperm formed an opaque river running slowly down her body. God, that had been sexy, watching him use her tits as a sexual outlet. Something new for her, but then everything about Chase was new for her.
Feeling this intensely about a man was something she’d never experienced. Was it her fault? Had she held back before? No, other men she’d dated hadn’t touched her soul the way Chase did. She’d tried her old tricks with him, tried to keep herself from getting close, but there was something inevitable happening. He’d busted through her roadblocks and parked himself smack in the middle of her heart.
Reno laughed softly as she opened the glass shower door and turned on the water. “I have to be pretty damn tired to come up with that cheesy metaphor.” When the water turned warm, she stepped in. The pulsing flow washed everything away and she soaped and rinsed, then, as long as she was in the shower, she shampooed her hair and scrubbed off her makeup.
When she finished, she just stood there, letting the solitude of the falling water lull her as she replayed the last few hours with Chase. He promised her all night, and it wasn’t morning yet. She yawned. She had a full day ahead, and she should get some sleep, but she didn’t want to waste a minute of this precious time with him.
The shower door snapped open. “May I join you?” His deep voice echoed in the tile room.
She loved that he had the same drive to make every minute count. Turning, she smiled and crooked a finger. “Get in here.”
He jumped in and pulled her against him for a soul-melting kiss. His hands ran over her slick skin, and within seconds, his cock pressed hard and ready against her belly. “How did you like that last position?”
“Mmm.” She kissed his wet chin. “Nice. I loved being able to concentrate on…these.” She brushed soft caresses over his balls.
As he splayed his hands over her butt cheeks, he growled. “You are amazing, Reno. I can’t get enough of every sexy inch of you.”
She laughed. “Those are song lyrics.”
He nodded. “Yeah, when I wrote them, I didn’t even know you. Now, they fit perfectly. You fit perfectly.” His expression seemed open and honest.
Her face warmed at the compliment. “You wrote that song?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Just wondering if that’s what you really prefer. A big bottomed woman.”
A deep laugh rumbled out of his chest. “Oh yeah. Yours is absolutely booty-licious.” He grasped her bottom tighter, easing her against him, their bodies fitting together as if they’d been created for this.
Fire burned through her at the slippery touch of his skin, her nipples on his chest hair, his shaft against her mound. “I need…” Words wouldn’t come.
He released her, turned her around, and kissed her shoulder. “I know what you need. Bend over, baby.
”
She dropped forward, bracing her hands on the wall, loving being dominated.
He eased his feet between hers and urged her to spread her legs. The warm water sluiced down her back and over her bottom. She wanted his hands to return and touch that sensitive place where a rivulet of water flowed. Over her puckered hole, across her swollen pussy lips, and down the inside of her thighs.
She heard the snap of latex as he put on a condom.
He gripped her hips. “Feel this?” He thrust the tip of his cock against her wet folds. “Is this what you need?”
“Ah Chase, yes. I want you inside me.” Her pussy overheated and quivered. She looked back over her shoulder, barely able to keep her eyes open through the glaze of desire dulling her mind.
Chase’s muscled arms and contoured torso tensed, sleek with drops of water, and his brows furrowed as he stared at the spot where his head touched her needy cunt. “What do you want, Reno?” His dark gaze shot to hers. “Tell me, baby. Be bad.”
“Fuck me.” As the words rolled off her tongue, quivers raced along her spine.
He groaned and grabbed his stiff cock, rubbing his head up and down her slick pussy, the friction increasing her desperation. She whined, trying to convey her eagerness.
Finally, he pushed his shaft home, his first thrust so deep he bumped her cervix. “Reno. My woman.” His voice choked.
She was filled, totally, blissfully, full of him. Shockwaves of pleasure radiated from her cunt with each manic thrust. She was close, so close. Her head dropped forward and her eyes closed as she reached for climax.
As his thrusting slowed, he slipped a finger across her ass into the crack. “Do you like to be touched here?” He softly brushed her anus.
For a moment she tested the unexpected thrill. Different than on her clit or in her pussy, this touch echoed deep inside and her body wanted more, needed to explore the new delight. A trip of panic drove her back from the edge of orgasm.
“Uh, I haven’t…” She glanced back at him. “Are you thinking…?”
“Baby, nothing will happen that you don’t want. I’d love to bury my cock in this sweet little rosebud of yours. But not until you’re ready.”
“Oh.” So many new sensations. So much to learn. She’d always kept her lovers on the vanilla side of the scale. Chase challenged her to let him travel past adventurous and go all the way around the world. “Maybe if we start slow…” She couldn’t say more.
Chase seemed to know what she was saying. “I’m gonna slip a finger in, okay? I know you’ll enjoy it.”
Her face warmed and she had to clear her throat. “Yes, okay.”
He reached up to the top of the shower stall for his bottle of lube. “Waterproof.” He put drops on his index finger.
She looked away. It seemed so clinical, but at the same time, sexier that she thought she’d ever feel…in this situation.
He touched her hole, circled, then pushed against her anal opening, then circled some more. The erotic sensation of indulging in something a little naughty spiked her arousal as his touch sent waves of lusty heat deep inside her.
Her breath caught but she let go of her anxiety, trusting him completely.
Then, it happened. He pushed the tip of his finger into her puckered hole and waited a beat. In a little deeper then slowly all the way in, the sensation thrilling and sensual at the same time. “How does it feel?”
“Mmm, yes.” She could barely speak. The rivers of pleasure flowed through her like thick, melted chocolate. Dark, with the unexpected pleasure of anal stimulation, sweet as he began thrusting his cock inside her pussy again.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pushed his fingers into her mound, and vibrated his finger against her swollen clit.
“Yes.” Her mind began its wild ride toward nirvana, every thought focusing on the stimulation of his cock and his fingers, shutting out everything else.
“Come, Reno.” His demand came deep and thick. His hands worked in rhythm, one finger slipping in and out of her anus, his other hand tweaking her clit, and his shaft filling her completely as he pistoned in and out. The total surrender of her body pushed her over the edge.
She shouted in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, harder.”
He complied, intensifying the pressure of his fingertip on her clit, thrusting his cock faster into her sensitive canal, and deepening the penetration of his finger in her ass.
She cried as her orgasm hit full strength, the pleasure in her anus a new and fabulously decadent sensation. She quivered so hard as her climax began sweeping through her that her teeth rattled. Her mind soared, and there was only bliss. And Chase.
He grabbed her hips and rammed himself into her quivering pussy. Choking noises came from his throat until with one final thrust, he howled, the sound as loud as the wolves in her forest.
Her head spun, pinpoints of light whirring by her as spikes of pleasure contracted her core.
He braced his hands on the wall next to hers, his chest pressed against her back, his face buried in her neck.
As her orgasm slowed, the loud chugging of their breaths came into focus, competing with the spray of water over their skin.
He helped her upright and turned her into him.
She kissed the spot where his neck met his collarbone and hung onto his shoulders as her world came back into focus. He was hot, a little sweaty where the water hadn’t reached, and the salty taste on her lips was an aphrodisiac. “That was nice.” She sounded stupid but it was all that her bliss-blurred mind could come up with.
With a chuckle, he kissed her temple. “Definitely nice. And when you’re ready, Reno, we’ll take it to the next level—back there.” He held her close. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”
She knew she would. She’d avoided it this long, but Chase awoke her bold side. She tipped her head back and looked at his handsome face. Yeah, she had to admit it; for him, she’d try anything.
He raised an eyebrow. “Mm. That look on your face tells me one thing.”
“Hungry.” She was starving for him, and she bit his skin just above his pecs.
“Yep. Let’s finish this shower and order room service.”
She laughed. “You mean real food?” She grinned as her thoughts turned kinky. “Or are you talking whipped cream and cherries?”
He groaned and picked her up, turning them so he stood under the water. Grabbing the soap, he scrubbed his body quickly, her hands touching him just for her own pleasure. “Baby, now you’ve got me hungry for dark chocolate, served on your sweet breasts.”
She stepped out of the shower. “I’ll go order.” As she dried off, she envisioned chocolate and the decadent things they could do with it. She sauntered out of the room. “That man makes me want to do the wildest things.”
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AN HOUR LATER, Chase leaned back in bed, two ham and Swiss sandwiches, a platter of fries, and a piece of chocolate cake swelling his stomach. He pulled the sheet up to cover his groin. With all that chow sitting in his belly, he wouldn’t get hard for a while. She didn’t need to see him all lazy and limp.
Reno picked at her shrimp Caesar salad, but she’d helped him with tiny bites of the fries and cake. He admired her restraint. She was beautifully built, lots of curves and valleys, and he loved a full-figured woman. Loved? No, he wasn’t really thinking the “L” word, was he? It had to be the lack of blood in his brain. Most of it worked in his belly, trying to digest those three thousand calories. Some of it snaked down to his cock, though. She looked so damn cute sitting there cross-legged in the pink cotton nightgown and robe she’d thrown on to accept their room service.
She finished her shrimp then got up and stacked the dishes on the bottom shelf of the cart. Straightening, she lifted the last silver lid—the one she wouldn’t let him see before. “Now, for dessert.” Three silver bowls sat huddled together.
He groaned and patted his stomach. “I don’t think I could eat another thing.”
She smiled. “This will be
my treat.” Lifting the spoon out of a bowl, she drizzled a thick, dark liquid back into it. “Warm chocolate.” She lifted the spoon out of the second. “Whipped cream.”
“Oh baby. Tell me you got cherries, too.”
“Uh huh.” She grinned and popped a stemmed Maraschino in her mouth, worked her jaw, then pulled out the stem, tied into a knot with her tongue.
“Talented woman.” He looked down as his cock rose up. The rest of him craved a quick nap, but the idea of Reno smearing then licking him with that clever tongue of hers was too much to resist. He quickly kicked off the sheet and rearranged himself on the pillows to watch. “Another fantasy of yours?”
“Something I read in a romance novel.” She took care, testing the chocolate, making sure it was the right temperature. The chocolate thickened as it cooled, and she brought the bowl to his side of the bed. She used the back of the spoon to paint his cock in warm, thick chocolate.
The sensation sent chills across his skin, cooling him everywhere but his hard shaft. As she sat back and he caught a glimpse of her handiwork, a laugh escaped him. “This is something I never thought I’d see between my legs.”
“Sexy, isn’t it? It’s like a monument to your penis.”
“My home town could erect it.” He gave her a smirk.
“Oh.” She grimaced. “You didn’t really say that.” She stood.
“Hey, where are you going?” He pointed to his package. “You’re not done here, are you?”
“No.” Her word was practically a purr. “There’s more.” She took the last two bowls and climbed on the bed, sitting between his legs. “Whipped cream.” She loaded the spoon. “To cool you down.” Spreading it on his balls, she watched his face.
The combination of hot shaft and cold balls proved wildly sensual. His sack compressed close to his body, and he gave in to the extreme sensations of the contrast.
She held up a cherry, plucked it from its stem, and set it on top of his cock. “Mmm. My new favorite dessert.” She licked a path from the middle of his balls all the way up his shaft and sucked the cherry—and his head—into her mouth.