Cowboy Erotica Novels & Stories

The dual sensation was overwhelming: thick cock stretching me open while a tongue lashed my clit. “Fuck, she’s tight,” the robber muttered, spanking my ass. “You feel that, baby? Taking both of us like a good girl.” I could only moan, hips rocking between them. They switched again without warning. Gerald pulled me down onto his cock, making me sit on him reverse-cowgirl so my back faced him. I sank down until he was buried to the hilt. The robber stepped in front of me, cock still slick from my pussy, and fed it into my mouth. I sucked him while I rode Gerald, bouncing hard, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room.

He drops, and a smirk forms on that sexy face, "trust me?" "With my life," I moan. He smacks my ass hard! "Spin around and ride me." Reverse Cowgirl became one of my favorites, and I hope off him spinning around quick as hell. Positioning myself perfectly, I slide down his cock. I'm about to start taking him for all his worth when he pins me down with one hand; the other is on my back. "Lean forward baby. As far as you can."

A rush of excitement floods through my veins and heat loads in my core. I breathe labored breath as he holds my hips and drags me closer, saying. “You’re gonna be daddy’s cowgirl, kid.” I nod and swallow, readying myself for the ride. At my nod and with his hands still gripping me tightly, he makes sink onto his dick in a reverse cowgirl position. Mindlessly, I throw my head backward, my eyes skyward as I squeak and sigh. The feel of his cock around me is so drugging. I feel woozy. Drunk on daddy’s sweet cock.

He stepped closer, his presence swallowing the space around me. Jax moved behind me fast, his big rough hand landing on my lower back before sliding down to cup my soft ass cheek firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh where my shorts rode up. “ I've been watching this tight little body prance around all night. Those fat tits jiggling in that thin top every time you leaned over. You’ve grown into a real fucking cock-stroker, baby girl.”

His hand pinned her head in the bed,but he wasn't going all the way,he wanted to flex his monster cock against,grinding against her butt,in a way that made Angela question if he had any bone in that waist. He certainly body rolls more than her and he is hitting the spot! She could feel a small sensation of wetness gradually becoming a flood in her core as he continued his cowboy move on her.

Her moans grew louder and more breathless. Suddenly, he stopped. Before she could protest, he climbed onto the table beside her and lay back, his dick standing tall. “Come here. Ride me in reverse cowgirl.” She hesitated only for a second before straddling him. She grabbed his dick from the back and guided it to her entrance, then sank down slowly, swallowing his length. “Ohhh!” she whispered as her hands gripped his thighs for balance. Slowly, she began to rock her hips, rolling them in slow circles before lifting slightly and dropping back down. He places his hands on her hips, guiding her pace, encouraging her to go faster.

This wasn’t like the slow, worshipful exploration of the cabin, or the tender reclamation after the confession. This was feral. This was victory sex.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

My hands lined his cock up with my entrance and then I sat on it, letting his hard dick impale me. It stretched me so fucking much and I stayed still for a moment savouring how thick he was and letting him feel how sopping wet, my tight pussy was. My hips rolled against him in slow circles before I lifted it up and dropped back down hard. My pace built quickly until I was riding him like a slutty cowgirl. Our bodies slapping against each other filled the room along with his groans and my loud moans. His mouth, latched onto my breasts that bounced close to his face with every movement I made.