Casanova Cowboy Novels & Stories

I just sat down staring at her wondering what was so special that had her screaming longer than the normal 20 seconds. "Ruby, he's totally got the hots for you", she screamed gleefully. "What do you mean? I don't think I have to point it out", I said, trying to dampen her mood. " Point what out?", she asked, trying to carry me along. "The fact that he looks and acts like a player, Casanova if you must call it that. I don't want to get in on that" "Don't judge a book by its cover" "I know but you know him more than I do. I mean I might just be guessing but he gives off the vibe"

He tattooed my name on his body. I opened my mouth to ask what that was about but he didn’t let me speak. He pushed me down the couch and covered my mouth with his, lining up his cock with my entrance. I held my breath as I waited for him to enter me. Unlike Alexander, Caspian Bianchi was a ruthless lover. He fucked in hard fast merciless thrusts and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t missed it. I had never met a man that could fuck me the way he did which was why I anticipated his cock.

I rolled my eyes at that logic and Austin's head may have been turned away to do the same. The ladies also decided we needed to dress casually so we didn't look like a couple of thugs. I thought Austin would put a stop to that one, but he's so fucking in love with his woman that he just smiled, kissed her, and came downstairs in khaki pants and a polo looking like he just showered and changed after a day on the golf course. Now I'm wearing jeans and a black dress shirt along with fucking western boots Celina bought me last Christmas. The only description I come up with is flaming queer cowboy. If anyone actually says the word cowboy in my vicinity, I'll drive my fist into their face until on

All at once. He saw a man buying a simple black mask at the counter. Rafael grabbed one too, put it on, and ordered a double whiskey. The liquid burned down his throat, but helped steady his nerves. He walked slowly toward the cowboy, who was leaning against the stage railing. When the cowboy stepped away for a moment to talk to the manager, Rafael approached discreetly. He stood close enough to hear. "One hundred thousand," the cowboy said. "For a whole night with the dancer. She does whatever I want. No mask. I want to see her face."

I said and Casper cleared his throat and stood up, the swiveling chair did not stop spinning as he made his way towards me, majestically walking, his eyes were cold as ice. “Baby, is this a client of yours or a colleague?." Casper asked holding my waist, I closed my eyes for a few seconds, he was going to send Javier away. “He's my client." I answered. Javier was not the type of guy to back down, he was stubborn, that kind of stubbornness all the entrepreneurs had, unfortunately he had never met a man like Casper before. Casper was wildly stubborn, he was also eager to express his anger with his fist.

Asher ducked as she aimed to slap him behind his head and missed. “I think we should have some beers on Asher’s porch, and you can tell me all the crazy things my brother got up to over there,” Colt said. “My money’s still on Asher,” Cassidy said, and grinned at Colt. They all raced back to the ranch, but the competition was between Colt and Asher. By the time Cassidy reached the barn, Colt was muttering under his breath, and Asher laughed. “I can’t move,” Cassidy said. “Just slide onto my shoulder. I’ve got you,” Asher said, as he held her steady. She did exactly as he said. She slid sideways off the horse, and Asher propped her over his shoulder, and started walking back to his house.

Cas is getting married; he hurt my feelings and he’s an ass half the time. But when he’s with the three of us or just me, he’s someone else. He’s not the guy on TV or the man I met in the hotel who was rude to me. He's sweet, funny, and sexy. He’s a really good kisser; he makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in any room, and he is so good with the girls. Cas took off his shoes, which were very expensive-looking and uncomfortable shoes, and started playing with the girls on his bare feet.

“That's a nice name.” “Thanks. What's your name?” “Cassidy. But everyone calls me Cassie.” She shrugged. “I actually like being Cassie better than Cassidy. Cassidy sounds like I'm a cowboy. Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.” She looked up at him with big eyes. “You probably get that a lot too. Not the butch part. Just the cowboy part.” “If I had a dollar for every time someone said, 'like the cowboy,' I'd be a millionaire.”

Cash stood on the front stoop, hands shoved in his pockets, huddled against the chilly night. His blond beard looked scruffy and his blue eyes bloodshot. He wore scuffed cowboy boots, faded jeans, and a ratty T-shirt with a drawing of a pig standing at a barbecue that said I like my pork pulled and my meat rubbed. Classy guy. “Listen, buddy. She doesn’t want you here. So take your drunk ass and—” “Who the fuck are you?” Cash lurched drunkenly, looking him up and down. “Is she banging you already?”

Because as a courtesan, our goal is to satisfy our customers. “Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh yes, that’s right, Devon. Suck my big black dick,” Angelo was tanned skin with semi-bald hair and prominent nose and eyebrows. I narrowed my eyes at him as he fucked me in the mouth. His dick smelled good. Well-kept yet not shaved. He pulled out his dick and passed me his drool. It was near to full as he gave his saliva. “Gargle it,” and I play it inside my mouth. He shoved it once more, and his cock continued poking inside me.