Hot, cornbread-scented breath struck my lips. One
lick and I tasted the edge of his smile. A hint of
lime lingered there from the margaritas we’d enjoyed
an hour ago, before coming to the creek. Chills
chased throughout my body and our mouths deepened
their connection. I opened wide and his tongue
thrust past my teeth. We sucked and tasted and his
cock grew against me. I pinched his nipple between
my fingers and his moan melted inside my mouth.
Breathless from his kiss I clawed my way down his
belly until reaching his crotch.
As my fingers closed over his cock he sucked my
tongue harder and squeezed my left buttock. Up and
over the swollen head, I brought my thumb. He was so
damned hard. My pussy grew sorer at the pressure
from the tight denim and the swelling from my own
arousal.
I pumped his cock and then backed away. “I’ll be
right back.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” His wink went straight to
my heart.
My leaden legs finally turned me away from heaven on
earth and he swatted my ass. Water slapped and
swirled around me as I headed toward the shallowest
part of the creek, where it kissed the bank. I
stopped and so did my pursuer.
“I can take my clothes off without any help.”
He tickled my sides. “Someone has to chase off any
snakes.”
“There aren’t any sna—”
Throaty laughter and the whisper of water moving.
Small bubbles frothed to my left. A bite landed on
my ankle and I yelled.
Several droplets struck my calves and Jack stood up.
His laugh whistled overhead. “What were you saying
about snakes?”
I spun around and pushed against his muscular chest.
“If you bite me again I’ll bite back.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind when you’re sucking
me off.”
Those baby blues eroded the last of my resolve. He
was too sexy for his own good.
High time a woman tried curbing his wild ways. I
turned around and headed toward the water’s edge.
“You’re wilder than any of those bulls you rode.”
My sexual fantasy and splashing followed. “Think so?
You’ve never seen me at my best.”
I shucked off the wet t-shirt and shorts, passed
them back to him and then rubbed my almost-bare ass
against his belly. The clothes hurtled past me and
landed on the dry grass.
He pulled me backward in the water. Hot kisses
alternated with bites over my left shoulder. His
cock plastered against my spine. I melted against
him. Hot. Wet. Ready to be ridden raw by sexy Jack
Dawson. Roping champion. Bachelor. The man I’d
dreamed about since his ass-bearing antics
interrupted Gloria’s ladies’ tea. He’d given us all
a proper look before covering up his crotch with a
cowboy hat and streaking away from the window.
A nudge from my fingers popped the front clasp on
the pink lace bra and a roll of my shoulders bared
both breasts. His hand thrust under the waistband of
my panties and his thumb teased my navel.
He twisted my wet hair off my back and shoulder. I
ground against him. His devil-guided hand sneaked
down to my pussy. Breath gasped from between my
half-open lips.
“I want my fingers and cock inside your ass and
pussy.” The words skittered over my scalp and made
their way to my ear.
“Then put them there… Now.”
Several fingers parted and squeezed my pussy lips.
He let my hair drop. His free hand worked with mine
at shoving the panties down my legs. As I opened my
mouth to speak, several fingers thrust deep in my
heat while he thumbed my clit. Gentle, then harder,
using the blunt tip of his fingernail. During his
hand job we both moved forward until water slapped
at the back of my calves.
“You feel so damned good. Want me to come against
your back?”
Standing on tiptoe, I wiggled my hips and his
fingers popped free. "Come in my mouth. Let me taste
you.”
I broke loose of the embrace and raced him to where
the Aztec-print towel lay. Our bodies struck the
knit barrier and he pulled my body onto his. Each
heartbeat rose higher in my throat. Tingles came all
over my body. His fingers tucked into and probed the
crease of my ass while his tongue plumbed my mouth.
One strong leg slung over my hip and rolled me onto
my side. One of his fingerpads pressed and rimmed my
tender anus. Though I was surrounded by the most
beautiful proof of nature at its best, his eyes held
my attention. I couldn’t look away from this
handsome beast, no matter what. He had me in his
hold and I didn’t give a damn what the rest of the
afternoon brought.
As long as I could have him deep inside of me,
nothing else mattered.
Voodoo snorted and his front hooves trampled the
grass not too far from the edge of our blanket.
Jack disentangled himself and winked. Such a tight
hole back there. Sorry to make you flinch.” He
rolled onto his back. His cock pointed toward
heaven, full-blooded and so damned tempting I
squirted on my hand.
“Let me taste you, Jack. Let me suck you dry.” ©
Shawna Moore
"Roughrider is packed full of some of the hottest
sex I’ve read in a long time. From the beginning of
page one, I was pulled into the story and was
riveted to the end. Kim isn’t shy about what she
wants and she also speaks her mind. Jack is heaven
on earth, and built for sex. He doesn’t mince words
either. Shawna Moore has written a truly gripping
tale of love, hardship and intrigue. You don’t want
to miss this very erotic and get your panties wet
book." - Julianne,
TwoLips Reviews.
"ROUGHRIDER states just that in this story. Jack
is every woman’s fantasy and will have women all
over jealous that Kim gets to keep him. I like the
loyalty between the two main characters, which is
consistent throughout the story no matter what plot
twists and turns happen. Ms. Moore did an excellent
job creating this wonderful cowboy tale, pinning it
with originality and a unique writing style. I
enjoyed reading this sizzling tale." - Lacey,
Romance Junkies.
