Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
First, I’ll teach her how to ride this bull then later, I’ll teach her how to ride my cock. Show her how to take it deep until we’re both sweaty and panting and aching for a release.
She shivers at my words. Her eyes are dilated, and her cheeks are flushed. Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips and yeah, I’m going to spend the night giving this little beauty lessons in corruption. Gonna make it so damn good for her. For me. For both of us.
“Grab the rope,” I instruct.
She grabs it with her dominant hand, the one she was using to carry her beer earlier.
“No, your other hand. The thing about bull riding is you want to leave your dominant hand available for balance,” I explain, raising my voice to be heard over the din of the bar. No one is paying much attention to us other than the bull operator and he’s a little too interested in my girl’s tits. I shoot him a glare before I turn my attention back to her. “An underhanded grip will give you the most control.”
She frowns, the skin between her eyebrows wrinkling. I have an overwhelming urge to press my lips to it and smooth that skin. She should never have a reason to frown. “You’ve done this a lot?”
“For a while, yeah. See that?” I point to the ugly ass trophy on the wall across from her. It’s lit up by a bright spotlight, proudly shown off. “I’ve been trying to win the golden testicles for years now.”
She makes a snort laugh that quickly has her clapping a hand over her mouth. Dammit, I’m pretty sure I’m half in love with her already. “That’s what we’re riding for?” Her words are muffled behind her hand.
“Sure,” I answer, casually. I’m not about to admit that I already know one of us alone has better odds of winning than both of us together. Call me a bastard but I want this curvy woman all pressed up against me. “You’re up first. Swing your leg over.”
She does as I instruct, and I tap her knee. “Don’t put your weight on your tailbone. Squeeze the bull with your thighs. Just like a good girl.”
She inhales sharply and her ponytail swishes as she looks down at me. I love standing here while she’s sitting just a little taller than me. If this weren’t a public place filled with other people, I’d lean forward and drag those cute shorts down, let her ride my tongue before she rides this bull.
“Why?” Her tone is filled with a challenge when she speaks. My girl is a fighter, someone who doesn’t easily accept authority. It’s a nugget I file away to remember.
I chuckle. “You’ll have a better grip...and you’re less likely to bruise anything.”
With the night I have planned for us, I want her sore. But for a very different reason than a mechanical bull. Hell, just seeing it between her thighs where I want to be is killing me.
“Anything else, cowboy?”
“Yeah, make room for me,” I mutter before I swing up behind her in one smooth move. It’s a tight fit, a perfect fit. Her soft curves are pressed up against my dick and fuck, this is heaven. I haven’t even gotten her naked yet.
She jerks when she feels the other Cam poking her in the ass but then she settles against me. Her shoulders relax and she’s pressing into me, trying to get even closer as if that were possible.
“Wait, what do you hold onto?” She asks as I give the operator a nod and gesture for him to keep it on a low setting. We won’t win the prize on the low setting but anything to prolong this sweet torture.
I slide my hands around these hips again and tuck my chin against her shoulder as the first gentle jolt bumps us. “You.”
She makes it twelve seconds before she loses her balance and together, we’re bouncing onto the soft floor. She lets loose with another snort laugh before she props herself up on her elbow and shoots me a grin, showing off her snaggletooth. “Again!”
“Again?” I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much with any woman. Never met someone as competitive as I am either. It’s an arousing combination.
She brushes back the strands of her blonde hair that have fallen loose from her ponytail. “Let’s win some bull nuts!”
2
JOURNEY
“To the best fucking bull riders!” Every patron here wants in on the celebration of our new prize. I’ve lost track of how many people have bought us beers. I’ve only taken a sip or two of mine.
The hot cowboy who is my partner in crime clinks his beer bottle against mine in a celebratory toast. He gives me a wink as another drunk congratulates us. He’s only sipping his beer too.