Cowboy Smut Books Novels & Stories

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

I'm fine. Rowen: Fine but be careful. I'll be waiting for you when you get home. Me: I know you will. I love you, babe. Don't forget to tell the trainers to massage that right calf of yours. You don't want it cramping up again. Especially while you're tapping this ass. Rowen: Yes, ma'am! P.S. I love it when you're bossy. Love you. Me: ;) Love you too. I scroll through more sports stories, getting my brain ready for work. The final score of last night's Cowboys game reminds me to check the Hart to Heart website.

While they waited for him to emerge from the gift shop, Camden admired her ring and smoothed down the orange fur of Dora, the cow plushie. When Matt appeared, he was holding two brown paper bags. He handed one to Camden with a shy smile. "What's this?" she asked curiously, unfolding the top of the sealed bag. "I just thought you'd appreciate it," he murmured, looking away as she pulled out a children's book entitled, 'My First Highland Cow'. "Is it for the baby?" Camden asked, eagerly paging through the colorful pages. "That was the intention, but I'm not sure how good your reading is, so you're welcome to use it too," Matt explained with mock seriousness. Camden chuckled and gave him a play

*I trail off lamely, unsure how to explain without sounding guilty or inappropriate. *Liam, on the other hand, seems less rattled by the unexpected appearance of our teacher. He turns to face Dante with a easy, charming smile, one hand casually slung over the handlebars of his motorcycle.* "Hey there, teach." *Dante's gaze flickered briefly to Liam, taking in the casual posture, the smirk playing on his lips. It took every ounce of willpower not to let his disdain show. Instead, he focused on you, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, the nervous energy rolling off you in waves. It was almost endearing, seeing you flustered like this.*

it was intoxicating. At the same time, Emma climbed on top of me in reverse cowgirl, sinking slowly down onto my throbbing cock. The tight, wet heat engulfed me again as she began riding me hard. Her juicy ass bounced, her pussy making loud, wet squelching sounds with every drop. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in firm circles while Sophia ground harder on my tongue. “Oh fuck… your tongue feels incredible,” Sophia moaned, her voice rising. Her thighs trembled as she came hard, flooding my mouth with her sweet juices while crying out in pleasure.

Only Knives! Not very surprising. The man was annoying as fuck! And totally unfair! Hell, I helped him escape, and how did he thank me? By kidnapping me, that’s how! And now – to top it all off – he was making me feel things that I didn’t want to. And unfortunately, I’d read enough romance novels to know that what I was experiencing was an attraction. Yeah, not only was I a coward, but I was also the kind of loser to feel attracted to the big, sexy biker that had captured me. He was rude, full of shit, and I felt attracted to him.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.