Cowboys at the Rodeo
What do these things all have in common? Well they're DIRTY and that's what the Dirty Birdies Flock hop was supposed to be about, right?
Oh, wrong kind of dirty?
Okay, well it is also western week at Decadent Publishing so I should promo my western, but it is actually a little sweeter than most of my stuff. With a bunch of brothers' and a ghost looking over their shoulders, this couple didn't have much chance to get busy. Although when they do, it certainly brought mutual satisfaction. Speaking of satisfaction, for the sake of dirty, let's look at my newest release - Sweet Satisfaction. But remember to scroll down and leave a comment for a chance to win one of two $5 gift cards to the book store of your choice. If I get at least twenty comments, I'll expand the prizes.
He walked around to stand behind her once more. Her weight rested on her hips where he had stretched her over the upholstered chair back. Needing to touch more than he wanted to play, he ran his hands over her curvy ass, so white and plump. A groan welled in his throat. If he failed, he’d never have the opportunity to claim her. He bent and bit her lightly, scrapping his teeth over the pale rounded flesh. She moaned and her back arched toward him, flashing him a glimpse of her hot pink folds, glistening with renewed desire. “Tell me what hurts, Kate.”
The muddled response triggered a grin. “You said you were sore. Where?” But he knew. He’d focused most of his attention on her tiny clit and tight pussy. He doubted she could handle much more in those areas.
The negative shake of her head provided her only answer.
Kneeling, he leaned forward and blew across her damp flesh. She jerked when he grazed her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her squeal confirmed his suspicions, but he had no intention of aggravating the tenderness further—at least not there. Shifting to a more comfortable position, he spread her ass cheeks and licked her tiny rosebud.
Kate jerked in response. “No. I don’t—”
“Yes. You’ll like it.” He edged closer, slicking his tongue over her, prodding, lightly invading her hole before nipping at her again. “How often have come in your sleep from thinking about this? Of being bent over, helpless and vulnerable, of a man taking you from behind, shoving his thick cock into your ass while you cry out and beg him to be gentle even though you want it rough? The idea of giving yourself to someone you can’t control thrills you as much or more than the sense of the forbidden. Doesn’t it?”
Fear squeezed Kate’s chest. He was right, in her nightmare fantasies, the pain nearly blinded her, but still she woke wet and trembling, coming down from orgasm. “Please, I can’t do this.”
“Give me your safe word and we’re done. Until then, we’ll test just how wild you really are, my little cat.”