Big Filthy Cowboy – Courage County Cowboys Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
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I’m not sure how to tell him that though. I’ve never been in this situation before. I’ve never liked a guy so much that I wanted his hands on me. “There are other places…that maybe…you could massage too. If you know, you want to.”

“Would that make you happy?” His voice is deeper than usual. It sends a shiver down my spine. He sounds like a predator about to pounce, and I’d love nothing more than to be the helpless prey he overpowers.

I nod then realize he’s probably waiting for my words. “And maybe that other thing about the frosting.”

He hasn’t stopped massaging my shoulders and back, moving his hands all around my body like he owns it now. In a lot of ways, I think he does. The same way he’s beginning to own little pieces of my heart. “Are you gonna let me lick your sweet little pussy, lap up all your cream and make you clean again?”

I squirm on the blankets, suddenly burning up in a way that has nothing to do with the fire in front of me. “Yes, I want that.”

“Then lay down for me. Just relax into the soft blankets and let your man cherish you.”

He helps me to lie down on the blanket, and I wait, breath held, to see what he’ll do next.

But he doesn’t dive into immediately undressing me. Instead, he stares down at me with a faint smile on his lips.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

I haven’t even taken off any clothes yet and he’s still looking at me like my body delights him. “Show me.”

He positions his body over top of mine, careful to keep his weight off me. His lips find mine and he’s kissing me. He kisses me like he talks to me. It’s all about dirty possession, and I love it. I love the idea that I could belong to him. At least, for now.

When he finally lifts his head long enough to let me dizzily drink in a few gasps of oxygen, he doesn’t stop kissing me. He keeps pressing his lips to my jaw then down my neck. His beard tickles me with each gentle nuzzle.

I arch my body up against his, desperately seeking friction. I call his name as he trails his kisses lower until he’s at the top of the tunic.

“Need to see you. Need to see my girl.” Before I can respond, he pulls up my shirt, exposing my stomach and tits to his view.

I think I should be embarrassed, but there’s pure lust on his face as he takes in my jiggly stomach with the rolls and cellulite. He stares in delight at breasts that flop down. They’re far too big to be those cute, pert little breasts that I always see on social media as the girls in their tiny bikinis show off their perfect summer bodies.

I’ve been working with a set of G-cups since I was fourteen. There’s nothing perky about my boobs.

He puts his hand on my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. “You’re perfect.”

Tears spring to my eyes because lying here with him looking at me, I don’t feel abandoned or broken. I feel wanted and that’s almost as intoxicating as the way he’s touching me.

He massages my breasts, tugging on my nipples and licking them until I think I’ll go insane from need. Every caress and every touch is making the fire below burn even brighter.

By the time he reaches for the waistband of these yoga pants and pulls them down, my legs fall open for his perusal.

He didn’t hand me any panties earlier when he shoved clothes at me. Now I’m glad. It’s one less thing between the two of us.

“Fuck, I won the lottery when I found you,” he breathes out.

I’m not sure that’s true but I’m not arguing with the man who’s currently spreading my glistening pussy lips.

“Just found my new favorite color,” he says before ducks his head and licks my slit.

I nearly levitate off the floor it’s so good. I can’t believe I’ve never had this experience before. But I know it’s about more than just the physical. He makes me feel safe. Even as the thunderstorm pounds the windows outside and the lights flicker, I know I’m completely safe with this cowboy who’s currently buried his face in my pussy.

He puts his arm over my hips to hold me in place then goes back to eating me out. He makes little noises of approval as he laps at me, as if he’s enjoying the finest cuisine from a fancy restaurant and not tasting me. The sounds he’s making are somehow obscene and erotic at the same time.

But it’s when he circles my clit with his tongue that my eyes roll back. I’ve never felt anything like that. I always thought it was a thing in romance books and movies. I never realized that oral was something I’d enjoy this much.


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