by Aisha Brooks
“Touch me, Jessie,” she moaned.
“Sweetheart, I plan to do a lot more than just touch you.”
“Make me your dessert, cowboy,” she laughed as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down slowly revealing her glistening wet lower lips. The breeze felt delightfully cool against her scorching hot folds. She had never wanted any other man this badly.
She spread her thighs inviting him in. Jessie draped her legs over his shoulders and licked the outline of her lower lips. She moaned bucking into him.
“So wet,” Jessie moaned as he licked her again, “and so damn delicious.”
His tongue snaked between her lower lips and began to seek out her throbbing clit. He took his time getting there though. Frustration and pleasure mingled together in her belly as he kissed and licked every inch of skin surrounding her clit before finally turning his attention it. He kissed its aching tip before ignoring it again.
“You're driving me crazy, Jessie!” she protested slapping the ground.
“You've been driving me crazy for years, sweetheart,” he chuckled.
His laughter vibrated through her body spiraling into every sweet spot she had.
“Please, Jessie!” she cried out in frustration.
“As you wish, sweetheart,” he said before sucking her clit into his warm wet mouth.
Debbie gasped in pleasure and reached out for him. Her hands entwined his thick hair and she tugged gently bucking up into. She lost track of time as he kissed, sucked, and licked the single most sensitive point on her body. When she couldn't wait another moment, she pulled away from him and pushed him onto his back.
Jessie's laughter was quickly swallowed when their lips met in a hungry kiss. She pulled his shirt over his head and made quick work of the rest of his clothes. His manhood stood tall and proud and she couldn't wait to feel it throbbing inside of her.
“I've never met a woman so brazen,” Jessie panted. “I love it.”
“You've had your fun,” she said straddling over him. “Now, I'm going to ride you like a stallion.”
“Montana suits you,” Jessie panted. “You're already picking up the lingo.”
He ran out of sexy retorts when she slid herself across the head of his manhood. He drew in a sharp breath of pleasure as his hands found her hips. Reaching beneath her body, she held him steady as she began to slide slowly onto him. He was thick and it took her body a few minutes to adjust to delicious fullness of having him inside of her. Jessie was patient as she wiggled onto him member.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders she began to ride him. She leaned forward pressing her body against his. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as their bodies moved together. Pleasure spiraled through her as she finally had what she wanted. She was connected with Jessie as deeply and as closely as possible.
His strong hands stayed on her hips helping to guide her over him again and again as they chased their pleasure together. Her body quivered more with each passing second he was inside of her. He filled her, stretched her, and brushed against every sweet spot she had. Each movement their bodies made together brought about a fresh wave of pleasure until the fire between her legs burned with passion through both of their bodies.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as their bodies began to move faster together. Passion danced from body to body as their lips met time and time again. Every inch of her wanted nothing more than to be with him forever. Forever had once been a dirty word, but now it didn't seem like long enough.
“I'm so close,” she whispered in Jessie ear and then bit his earlobe.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” Jessie panted. “Just let go and cum for me.”
She moved faster over him as the pressure built and finally boiled over.
“Jessie!” she gasped in pleasure as climax shook her body hard. She clung to him for dear life as she rode the waves of pleasure that seemed to threaten her sanity. In that moment she knew she wanted to feel this way with him and only him for the rest of her life.
She looked into Jessie's eyes as his own pleasure began to come over him and saw her own feelings, passions, and longings reflected back to her. He twitched inside of her stirring a new hurricane of pleasure as he found his release inside of her.
“Marry me today,” he panted as their bodies still moved together stealing every last drop of pleasure they could. “We'll go down to the courthouse and make it all official. Please, be my wife!”
“Yes!” Debbie called out still lost to the pleasures her body couldn't deny.
When their passion was spent, they lay together panting to catch their breath. Jessie gently stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.
“Will the horse be okay if we fall asleep?”
“Yeah, they'll be fine,” he nodded.
“Good, because there's no way I'm going to be able to ride back until I have a nap.”
“Did you mean it when you said you'd be my wife? You know I meant for real and not for the sake of some stupid inheritance, right?”
She raised herself up on her elbows and looked deep into his eyes.
“I knew what you were asking,” she nodded. “You didn't literally sex my brains out. I don't know what the future holds, but I know I've fallen for you in a way that I don't think I could ever fall for another man, Jessie Bridges. I love you and I want that future to be with you. Like it or not, you're my cowboy now.”
“Yes, ma'am, and you should know you've stolen the heart of this cowboy in a way he didn't think was possible. I love you too, Debs.” Jessie chuckled and kissed her again. “Let's go for round two before that nap.”
Debbie answered with a long passionate kiss that she hoped was just the one in a long happy line of many to come.
“Do we have time if we're going to make it to the courthouse today?” she giggled.
“Hell, I think Mom has the number of a preacher who could marry us this evening. Right now, I just want it to be us.”
“I want it to be us forever, Jessie.”
“So do I sweetheart.”
The Cowboy’s Reluctant Bride
A BWWM Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Aisha Brooks
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any many whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults age 18 and over. All characters represented are age 18 or over.
Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: The Billionaire Cowboy
Chapte
r 2: Frontier Dreams
Chapter 3: The Proposal
Chapter 4: The Deal
Chapter 5: Pulling in the Reins
Chapter 6: Rodeo Upset
Chapter 7: Recovery
Chapter 8: Love at Last
Chapter 9: The Betrayal
Chapter 10: Opening Day
Chapter 1: The Billionaire Cowboy
Lars felt his heart beat like a marching bass drum as he hovered over the bronc, waiting for his bucking ride. If he could hold on for eight seconds, it would be his fourth win on the rodeo circuit. If he could win five times, he would tie his legendary father who died trying to become the “All-Around Cowboy” champ twenty-five years ago when Lars was just a small boy.
Lars lowered himself onto the gelding and gripped the braided rein. The gate flew open and the horse bucked with all of his might. Lars tried to find the rhythm of the bronco’s bucking, moving forward and backward, swinging his feet in the stirrups with the motion of the horse. His shoulder was tight, his arm was aching, but he had to hang on. Just a few more seconds…
He heard the eight second buzzer. He let go of the reins and jumped off the horse. The crowd cheered. Lars lifted his hands in victory and walked out of the rodeo ring. He was greeted by two of his favorite North Dakota rodeo bunnies, Tanya and Sissy.
“Oh, Lars. You’re a winner for sure,” Tanya squealed in her nasal, high-pitched tone.
Lars smiled and put his arm around her. Sissy snuggled up on his other side and Lars proudly held both women on either side. This was the life – being admired by beautiful women, and riding broncos.
Sissy stuck her tongue in Lars’ ear and tickled it. She whispered, “What are you gonna do with your winnin’ money, Lars? God knows you don’t need it.”
Lars smiled and winked at Sissy. “Maybe I’ll buy you somethin’ real nice. Would you like that?”
Sissy rubbed her body against his. “I’ll show you just how much when you give it to me.” She pinched his buttox.
Lars jumped up and hollered. Tanya grabbed his arm. “Will you give me somethin’ too, Lars?”
“Of course, darlin’, there’s plenty of me to go around.”
The girls laughed and continued to pet and pander the billionaire cowboy.
Most cowboys are not billionaires, and Lars did not grow up with wealth. His grandfather, Anders Fiske, owned a thousand acres of land in North Dakota where he raised cattle. Lars and his father both grew up as cowboys on the ranch, caring for the herd. While the ranch brought in enough money to keep the family fed, clothed and sheltered, they were not rich. Lars’ father, Bjorn, tried to provide for his family by winning rodeo competitions. When he was winning, Lars’ mother, GraceAnn, was thrilled and supportive, but when he was injured by a bronco that trampled him, GraceAnn left him in the hospital and that was the last time Lars ever saw his mother. His father died a few days later when his lungs collapsed. Anders had been Lars’ guardian ever since then.
They lived a simple, cowboy’s life until ten years ago when Anders agreed to let B&M Oil Company drill on their land in exchange for twenty percent of the any profits made from oil beneath the surface of his land. When B&M discovered a formation underground that was approximately two-hundred thousand square miles and yielded over five-hundred thousand barrels of oil per day, the Fiskes became billionaires in the first year of drilling.
With the invention of fracking, hydraulic fracturing of the rock, that protects aquifers and safely recovers oil, the formation under the Fiske property could produce enough oil to meet the needs of North America for two-hundred years.
Anders continued to raise cattle, however. He never wanted his life to change much. He refused interviews with the media and did everything he could to maintain a quiet, peaceful life that he always wanted. But Lars, now thirty-one years old, just wanted to live the glamorous cowboy life with women all around him, and large, noticeable rodeo belts that proved his abilities beyond the money. He loved the attention of the media and basked in his reputation of a handsome, rowdy and rich cowboy.
Lars slapped the butts of the two voluptuous women as they stepped up into his trailer on the rodeo grounds. While they waited for the winner results to be announced, Lars gave his women some lovin’ ‘til they screamed out his name. It made him feel like the king of the world.
After receiving his fourth bronco-riding win in a row, and a standing ovation from the local crowd, Lars returned home to Wildrose, North Dakota, just in time for his grandfather’s annual barbecue with the neighbors. Lars knew better than to miss that event that was so important to his grandfather.
He pulled up to the Fiske Ranch in his limousine with bull horns on the hood, and piled out of the car after his four accompanying lady-friends.
Anders met him at the limo. “Glad you could make it, grandson.” He scowled at the women around him.
“I wouldn’t miss it, Gramps,” Lars said as he drank a swig from his silver flask.
Anders slapped the flask out of Lars’ hand. “Shape up, boy! You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Lars was shocked. He knew his grandfather disapproved of his lifestyle, but he usually kept his cool about it.
“What?” Lars whined.
“I raised you better than this. I will not allow you to show up in front of our life-long neighbors and friends and act like a clown. Get back in your fancy car and get out of here until you can remember how to act like a Fiske. And take your tramps with you!” Anders kicked Lars in the ass.
Lars had never seen his grandfather so upset. At first he wondered if he was playing with him, but when he looked at Anders’ face, he knew this was serious business.
Lars motioned for the girls to join him back and in the car and they all took off. He told the driver to just keep driving for the next several hours while he and the women got drunk and laughed.
At the end of the night, Lars had the driver take them all to the motel in Wildrose. It was not fancy. It suited the old western town. Once the ladies were settled in the room, and the buzz from the booze wore off, Lars headed home. He knew he needed to apologize. He was sure once Anders saw how sorry he was for disrespecting him, everything would be alright.
Lars sheepishly walked into the farmhouse. He saw the silhouette of his grandfather sitting at the same kitchen table he had since 1960.
“Grandpa,” Lars began, “I’m very sorry for my behavior. I hope you will forgive me.”
Anders tapped the table with his hand, indicating for Lars to sit by him. Lars obeyed.
“Lars, I thought I was doing the right thing when I agreed to this oil money. But I see how it has changed you, and I fear I was wrong.”
“Grandpa,” Lars interrupted.
Anders held up his hand. “You are going to be thirty-two years old in three months. If you have not changed your life, settled down with a good and decent woman and let go of your childish antics, I will cut off your inheritance. The only thing you have that is yours is your rodeo money. Everything else is mine until I choose to give it to you.”
Lars lowered his head. “Yes, sir.”
“I refuse to enable you any longer, grandson. From now on, your life choices have consequences. Three months, Lars.”
Lars kept his head down. He knew better than to argue or whine. That would only make things worse.
Anders stood up and walked out of the room.
Lars laid his head down on the table. Now what?
Chapter 2: Frontier Dreams
Eddie watched and waved as the last bus of students left camp for the summer. She felt a tear drop down her cheek.
Sondra, her friend and co-director of Kenosee Lake Bible Camp, put her arm around Eddie and squeezed. “Another great summer, Eddie. Lots of lives changed for the better.”
“Yes, it was a great summer. It’s going to be lonely here for a while.”
“Don’t worry, we have weekend retreats coming in the fall,” Sondra reminded.
“I know, but they’re not
the same. I’ll miss the energy the kids bring. The horses love them too.”
Sondra perked up. “Hey, you wanna go for a ride? Just me and you on Timber and Smokey. It’ll be fun.”
Eddie couldn’t help but smile. There wasn’t much she loved more than riding Timber. “What about all the clean up?”
“Let the crew get started without us. Come on, we can take a few hours and enjoy the beautiful land God gave us.” Sondra pulled Eddie’s arm.
Eddie laughed. “Alright, you win! And, you’re right.”
