Casanova Cowboy Novels & Stories

'Try me. "Sure," he said, giving her his sweetest smile. He kissed her smoothly and passionately. Just a slight movement, but she already let out a moan. That's the effect of a Caspien Muller on a girl. "Your name, hottie?" Her voice was sultry, and she was talking in between her soft groans. He pulled out and gave her a charming smile. "Caspien." He winked. "I'll call you Cas," she said. "Let's get laid tonight."

His one-day stubble was not visible because of phoenixxx printed mask but added beauty in his manly body graced the height of 6"3'. Harris was just behind with Ferrell and Amber. Where ferrell was excited for the war and Amber was calm because he wanted to sort out this thing with meetings ... .which of course pissed off CAPO. HArris and Ferrell were enjoying his condition which did not bother AMber. Falcone went to the high seat and sat like a king, well he owned the countries so what with the chair. Falcone's Face was stoic with all emotions and his black dark orbs behold the sight of most poltroon . Anastas's eyes were searching for the clear view but he got nothing, moreover he didn't re

The public only saw what he was okay with them seeing. Tonight's Aaron gave even less of a damn than The Casanova of Caines ever had. The Casanova of Caines had rules. No smart women. There were exceptions of course, but back then he didn't pick up women for long term relationships. He and Emily's messed up will they/won't they situation was stressful enough.

He dropped onto the edge of the cushions, leaning down to press a deep, lingering kiss to her forehead before resting his massive hand over her round stomach, leaning in to whisper a soft greeting to their kicking pup. Kazan didn't say a word. He just crossed the room with slow, heavy strides, his amber eyes burning with a fierce, possessive hunger that made my pulse jump. He kicked off his combat boots, shed his heavy jacket, and slid onto the window seat right behind me. His large arms wrapped securely around my waist, pulling my back flush against his broad, radiating chest. I let out a long, contented sigh, sinking completely into his strength, letting the last traces of my sovereign wal

A girl who practically looked like a princess from a faraway land and that the least he could do was enjoy the prerogative of being in the hands of a fair maiden. Someone even whistled his support. "I can't believe you know a person like that," Cynthia started the moment they were far enough not to be overheard by the person in question. Dylan frowned and shook his head once. "What do you mean by that?" Dylan asked. Cynthia halted and turned to him, arms crossed. "Oh. By that, you mean. The notorious Cassanova Jon Castro, who gets all the girls? Yeah. I know him. So?" "He feels… off," she said. "And he called me sweetheart."

He didn’t laugh when he said that. Elora glared in disgust. “Bungy jumping.” “Your lover is walking here,” whispered Javier, who looked past Elora. Elora, who was standing opposite Javier, couldn’t help but look toward Javier’s gaze. Caspian, now wearing jeans and a shirt that wrapped around his muscular body, gave every woman a beautiful thing to see. Some of the woman visitors did not even hesitate to take photos of Caspian, and Elora was not happy when she saw it.

Cassandra ignores me first then said: "I've only ever been with DancesWith Wolves once. He was beautiful, but he had a temper like a bull that was trapped in a red room." "Oh," I whisper. "Cassandra, what do they speak of—" "Cass," Three Horses croons. "Come. Ku zo nan. Wannanm useum yanã son ya kwanta ka dab da Ivona." ( What the Hell i don't understand a word they are speaking )

My dick twitched as I came into my boxers—both Penelope and I were too far gone for me to care about her noticing. She collapsed into the plush grass, her eyes half closed as she looked up at me through this eyelash. Her cheeks flushed, she was swollen and bruised, and her hair an absolute mess. I couldn't even begin to imagine how good she would look freshly fucked and marked as mine. I abandoned that thought as I moved to pick her up. Cradling her in my arms as I headed for the little cabin my family stayed at when we visited here. Penelope was exhausted not just from what we just did but from the constant training and stress that she had been put under since she arrived in Caspian.

It was deep red, veins popping, rock-hard and aching to breed a cowboy. Anxious for his fantasy to happen, Marty didn't waste any time, leaning over the cab, with his legs spread. I grabbed the root and pumped deep into his ass, as he moaned, "Ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah...yeah, pump that ass...yeah...yeah...fuck me hard!" My first thought's always going to be...take it slow...let him relax, but he doubled down, "Fuck me hard...oh god...fuck me hard...fuck me cowboy hard!"

He was the most anticipated. “Why don’t you do the riding now?” Alessio asked me, immediately turning me over. He was now on the bed and I was over home. Alessio was a fan of cowgirl, which was surprising to me. His huge erection was at attention underneath my dripping pussy. My legs trembled.