Saddle Up Cowboy Novels & Stories

CORA Slowly Steady And Gently Just like the way I practiced... My bare chest is going up and down. My breathing is picking up, letting out little moans as I ride on that which is under and inside me. I can't say I am feeling pleasure but pain. But I have no choice. I have to please him. That's my ultimate aim. He likes it this way. He calls it cowgirl. I don't understand the cow in it but that's what he calls it. He loves the position.

Roscoe said pulling them back to reality. Chuckling between the two men, Evie only observed, “They hate the Ranch.” “Yes, but every room and stall are booked all weekend.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it. But you were right, it’s popular as hell.” “People like to come to Texas for their pony play.” Evie said happily between her men. “Pony play?” Ink asked. “Yeah. Act like a damned horse.” Roscoe said pulling Evie out from between them. “Who are you riding with?”

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

and get his mind off Delilah, at least for the rest of the night. He stepped into the stables and picked up a saddle. His favorite horse, Windsong, nuzzled up to him and he saddled her and bolted off into the night. Windsong reared up, flailing her forelegs over his head. Colt Healey, the ranch hand, ducked quickly, avoiding the flashing hooves. The sound of her laughter burning in his ears, Carson walked up and grabbed at the reins. Whispering softly to calm down his horse, he glared at his mail order bride.

He lifted her hoofs and looked and then looked at Mary. “Good job. Now let’s saddle her” her said and Mary smiled. She knew he would have told her if she had missed something or done a bad job. When he said she had done good, she felt proud of herself. Tenac put on the saddle as he described what he was doing and why. Then he put on the bridle as he did the same thing. Then he took both of them of and handled the saddle to Mary.“Your turn” he told her and watched as she fumbled her way through the procedure. “You need to tighten the saddle girth, if it’s to loos and you try to mount the horse, the saddle will twist and end up crocked” he told her and showed her again how he did it. She nodde

Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly. "Ah—Connor, I'm scared!" "Don't be. I'll teach you." Gripping the reins with one hand, I stepped on the rear stirrup with my left foot and pushed off, swinging myself up onto the horse and settling in behind Madeline. The saddle was a parent-child double saddle, smaller than a standard two-person saddle, so the moment I mounted, I was pressed tightly against her back. The warmth of her body and her intoxicating fragrance drifted to me at once. Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front…