Kidnapped by the Cowboy – Roping Her Curves Read Online Mia Brody

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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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He grins at me. His beard is soaked, his eyes are practically glowing, and his voice doesn’t even sound human when he says, “Haven’t even started with you yet.”

8

STRIKER

She’s mine. I knew we’d be good together, but I didn’t know it’d be this good. If I had, I would have ripped that cute little skirt from her body ages ago. Would have herded her to the back of the barbershop and buried my face in her precious cunt right then and there.

“Not gonna take it easy on you,” I warn. I’m too far gone to be soft and tender and all the things this woman deserves from me.

“I don’t want gentle,” her voice is a breathy whimper as she reads my mind.

I stand and yank on my pants. Takes me two damn tries for I remember the button is still fastened. I scowl at the offending piece of clothing that’s keeping my cock from the sweetest pussy that’s ever been made. “Get your ass across the armrest.”

I manage to get my pants and boots off, too damn horny to care about my shirt or much of anything else. I got a one-track mind right now and she’s the only thing on it.

She scrambles to do what I said, her eyes glassy and her nipples still sharp points. When she folds herself over and presents her round ass to me, I have to squeeze my cock tight to keep from exploding right here.

She glances over her shoulder. “You like this?”

“Yeah, pearl, I like it a lot.” I touch her ass cheeks again, caress them real nice and soft. One day soon she’ll wear my handprint here. She’ll be nice and pink, take a spanking like the good girl I know she is. After, I’ll reward her. Lick her until she’s screaming my name and yanking on my ponytail again.

I nudge her feet apart and position my cock at her entrance. Her wet heat beckons me, and I grunt. This is the closest I’ve ever been to coming before the main event. “Reach around and pet that clit.”

She does as I instruct, squeezing her hand between her little thighs and it’s not until she’s gasping that I take my moment and breach her. It’s not easy. Her tight cunt makes me work for every damn inch, but I keep going until I’m seated deep inside her. The relief instantly overwhelms me. For the first time in my life, I’m home. I’m where I’m meant to be. She’s what I’ve been searching for.

“You feel that?” I whisper in her ear. “You feel that ache and stretch and burn? That’s your man, taking what’s his.”

She lets out a panting breath, the couch is bumping against the floor with every thrust and I’m too far gone to care about the furniture. “So…good.”

“I’ll take you like this every night in my bed,” I promise. Reckon I’ll have her pregnant before the end of the month. The thought has my balls drawing tight and my whole-body tingling. “Gonna breed you now.”

“Yes, do it. Please. Need your come now.”

Her words are pushing at my restraint. I want to see her come again first, but I don’t know if that’s gonna happen

The couch makes a noise, a loud cracking sound like I’ve done destroyed it. But neither of us acknowledge it. If anything, it only heightens our frenzied lovemaking, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together. “Cream on my cock. Do it now.”

I feel it. The moment she starts to come. Her pussy squeezes me real nice and tight as she calls out my name. Not Striker.

Aaron.

The fact that she said it means something. My chest gets all tight and constricted at the same time that I shoot my load, emptying into her wet channel.

I collapse against her, which only causes the couch to make more sounds until it’s groaning and giving way underneath us.

Quickly, I manage to grab onto her, keeping it from pulling her down. My still hard cock slips from her channel and already I miss the warm heat even as a surge of victory goes through me at the sight of all that red.

She lets out a giggle, her face pink and her damp hair plastered to her head. Her eyes sparkle and she looks different right now. Carefree and it makes me feel like a superhero to know I was the one who made her forget all of her troubles. “I think we broke your couch.”

“I’ll get a new one and we can break it too,” I answer as I scoop her into my arms and carry her down the hall to the bathroom. I get us both clean, putting her in a nice hot shower. Then I’m the one that bathes her, and I love this almost as much as I love breaking furniture with Maisy. Hell, any time I can touch this woman it’s a pleasure.



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