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Authors: Mia Hopkins
Tags: Cowboys;Interracial;Small town;Erotic;Multicultural;Contemporary;Western;Rodeo;Indian;Sikh;Asian
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was as stiff as a baseball bat, she knelt down, reached between his legs and soaped up his balls.
“I hope you thank God every day for what you’ve got going on down here,” she said. “This is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” She reached behind him and slipped her soapy fingers up and down his ass crack.
He whooped softly. “You wicked little thing.”
She rinsed him off, took hold of his cock with a sweet two-handed overhand grip and began to work him hard. As he looked down at her, she locked eyes with him and slipped the head of his cock into her pretty mouth. Her lips stretched into a tight O around him. When she began to suck him in rhythm with her strokes, he nearly slipped backwards and slammed his head into the tile wall.
He was no stranger to blowjobs. But this one was in a league all its own. Drunk with pleasure, Dean grabbed on to the showerhead for balance and held on.
She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before closing them. Droplets of water stuck to her long dark eyelashes. As she slid her head down and up his shaft, she tightened her grip on the base of his cock and used her tongue to lash at the thick ridge on the underside of his dick. The rhythm was hypnotic, broken only by the fact that she was taking him deeper and deeper with each pull. She went down on him so long and so hard, motes began to swim in his eyes. When his dick knocked against the back of her throat, he took her wrists gently and pulled himself from her mouth.
“You can’t expect me to hold back if you do things like that, princess.” There was a tightness in his voice that he hadn’t heard before.
Carefully, he helped her to her feet and kissed her. He wrapped his hands around her hair and pulled her head back slightly. The angle opened her up, and he probed her magical mouth with his tongue as she moaned and stroked his back.
The hot water had filled the bathroom with steam. Dean felt like he was wrapped up in a cloud of pure pleasure, like he had died and floated up to the version of heaven he’d always hoped for.
He reached down and stroked her slick breasts. Droplets clung to the tips of her nipples. When he saw this, Dean’s balls tightened. He imagined coming all over those magnificent tits, his white come painting her skin in thick, hot drops.
With a sharp intake of breath, he reached behind her and turned off the water.
“Bedtime, princess,” he said.
She wrapped her hair in a white towel and let him carry her back to the bed. Their clothes were scattered all over the hotel room. He had dropped the paper bag from the drugstore on the ground right by the door.
“What’s in there?” she asked, raising herself up on her elbows.
He picked up the bag and, keeping his eyes on her, took out the contents one by one. He placed each item in a line on the chest of drawers.
A bottle of lube. Extra large.
A box of condoms, thirty-six count. Extra large.
Two bottles of Gatorade. Orange and lemon-lime. Extra large.
She laughed and held out her arms. “Come here.”
They made out and goofed off until daylight faded to dark blue. Monica turned on the bedside lamp. Dean lay back, blinking at her as she stood up and removed the towel from her hair. She opened the box of condoms, pulled one out and picked up the bottle of lube. Grinning, she climbed back into bed with him. When he tried to go down on her, she wiggled away.
“Nope,” she said, giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. “This is a two-way street, cowboy. It’s my turn.”
Her cheeks were rosy as she bent down and grabbed the base of his dick. His shaft grew and tightened in her pretty, dark hand; his cockhead swelled as she slid it into her mouth. He shut his eyes. Her damp hair fell heavy and cool over his stomach. She flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock and he jerked against the mattress.
When he started to throb, she removed him with a soft pop, straddled his legs and opened the condom. She rolled it on him, uncapped the
“I hope you thank God every day for what you’ve got going on down here,” she said. “This is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” She reached behind him and slipped her soapy fingers up and down his ass crack.
He whooped softly. “You wicked little thing.”
She rinsed him off, took hold of his cock with a sweet two-handed overhand grip and began to work him hard. As he looked down at her, she locked eyes with him and slipped the head of his cock into her pretty mouth. Her lips stretched into a tight O around him. When she began to suck him in rhythm with her strokes, he nearly slipped backwards and slammed his head into the tile wall.
He was no stranger to blowjobs. But this one was in a league all its own. Drunk with pleasure, Dean grabbed on to the showerhead for balance and held on.
She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before closing them. Droplets of water stuck to her long dark eyelashes. As she slid her head down and up his shaft, she tightened her grip on the base of his cock and used her tongue to lash at the thick ridge on the underside of his dick. The rhythm was hypnotic, broken only by the fact that she was taking him deeper and deeper with each pull. She went down on him so long and so hard, motes began to swim in his eyes. When his dick knocked against the back of her throat, he took her wrists gently and pulled himself from her mouth.
“You can’t expect me to hold back if you do things like that, princess.” There was a tightness in his voice that he hadn’t heard before.
Carefully, he helped her to her feet and kissed her. He wrapped his hands around her hair and pulled her head back slightly. The angle opened her up, and he probed her magical mouth with his tongue as she moaned and stroked his back.
The hot water had filled the bathroom with steam. Dean felt like he was wrapped up in a cloud of pure pleasure, like he had died and floated up to the version of heaven he’d always hoped for.
He reached down and stroked her slick breasts. Droplets clung to the tips of her nipples. When he saw this, Dean’s balls tightened. He imagined coming all over those magnificent tits, his white come painting her skin in thick, hot drops.
With a sharp intake of breath, he reached behind her and turned off the water.
“Bedtime, princess,” he said.
She wrapped her hair in a white towel and let him carry her back to the bed. Their clothes were scattered all over the hotel room. He had dropped the paper bag from the drugstore on the ground right by the door.
“What’s in there?” she asked, raising herself up on her elbows.
He picked up the bag and, keeping his eyes on her, took out the contents one by one. He placed each item in a line on the chest of drawers.
A bottle of lube. Extra large.
A box of condoms, thirty-six count. Extra large.
Two bottles of Gatorade. Orange and lemon-lime. Extra large.
She laughed and held out her arms. “Come here.”
They made out and goofed off until daylight faded to dark blue. Monica turned on the bedside lamp. Dean lay back, blinking at her as she stood up and removed the towel from her hair. She opened the box of condoms, pulled one out and picked up the bottle of lube. Grinning, she climbed back into bed with him. When he tried to go down on her, she wiggled away.
“Nope,” she said, giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. “This is a two-way street, cowboy. It’s my turn.”
Her cheeks were rosy as she bent down and grabbed the base of his dick. His shaft grew and tightened in her pretty, dark hand; his cockhead swelled as she slid it into her mouth. He shut his eyes. Her damp hair fell heavy and cool over his stomach. She flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock and he jerked against the mattress.
When he started to throb, she removed him with a soft pop, straddled his legs and opened the condom. She rolled it on him, uncapped the
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