What is so fascinating about cowboys? I wish I could say. Could it be that they exemplify the image of the Old West? Europe had knights in shining armor, America has heroes in stetsons and boots. Wild and willing to tame the land and the ladies. Master of all they survey. Able to help and brave enough to save the day (or the cow - that was their job after all!)
A jack of all trades, the cowboy could survive on his own. Perhaps that is his appeal? A man's man and a ladies man too. They could and did any job put in front of them. Wicked hot from all of the work they performed, gentle with children and animals.
I know this isn't all true, but when I think of cowboys that is what goes through my mind. So, I had to write about one. Enjoy!
Triple D Dude Ranch
By Beverly Ovalle
Published by Secret Cravings Publishing
October 4, 2014
18+
Blurb:
Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is
heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the
Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited
cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he
generates in her.
Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban
cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot
and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and
he had to quench this fire inside.
One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that
burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.
Excerpt:
She was
in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist,
he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and
Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at
toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a
laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.
Dan’s
breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the
ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and
leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his
binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek
of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock
grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for
panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.
She
stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands
over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring
at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving
him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which
was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!
Dan sat
there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with
grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she
looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in
spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just
begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White,
it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric.
So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.
Dan
realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect
photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this
particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right
up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than
to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan
groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.
His jeans
grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he
watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s,
hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the
reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he
grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink
glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.
Tag line:
One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.
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