To say you don't love cowboys is like saying you're against everything ever named after the Wild West. What's not to love? Cowboys are rough, tough, smooth and naughty, at least in my books they are. I'm not sure what I like more, the sexy drawl or the way they like getting their hands dirty.
So, what are some things we relate to Cowboys...
1. Best Cowboy Name. There were so many great one, I couldn't name only one. Here are some great ones: Beau. Cole. Cheyenne. Flint. Duke. Tex. Wyatt.
2. Cowboy Food. Once again, the list is endless. Cowboy beans. Cowboy coffee, Cowboy corn fritters. Cowboy Fry Bread.
3. Cowboy Sex Position. Yes, there was even a position named with a Cowboy in mind. "Woman on top."
4. Cowboy movies. Appaloosa. 3:10 to Yuma. Seraphim Falls. No Country For Old Men. Bandidas. And again, the list goes on and on.
5. Cowboys in History. Billy the Kid. Kit Carson. Buffalo Bill. Wild Bill Hickok. John Wesley Hardin. Charles Goodnight.
Conclusion: The cowboy is the embodiment of agility, strength, fearlessness and skill. They not only carry a gun, but know how to use it. They were taught respect and to never shoot a man in the back. Most were blessed with virtue that can never be bought or learned through formal training.
I'd like you to meet my latest cowboy...Duke McGraw.
buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Second-Cowboy-Chance-Series-ebook/dp/B00DLC46AE/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374935159&sr=1-3&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver
So, what are some things we relate to Cowboys...
1. Best Cowboy Name. There were so many great one, I couldn't name only one. Here are some great ones: Beau. Cole. Cheyenne. Flint. Duke. Tex. Wyatt.
2. Cowboy Food. Once again, the list is endless. Cowboy beans. Cowboy coffee, Cowboy corn fritters. Cowboy Fry Bread.
3. Cowboy Sex Position. Yes, there was even a position named with a Cowboy in mind. "Woman on top."
4. Cowboy movies. Appaloosa. 3:10 to Yuma. Seraphim Falls. No Country For Old Men. Bandidas. And again, the list goes on and on.
5. Cowboys in History. Billy the Kid. Kit Carson. Buffalo Bill. Wild Bill Hickok. John Wesley Hardin. Charles Goodnight.
Conclusion: The cowboy is the embodiment of agility, strength, fearlessness and skill. They not only carry a gun, but know how to use it. They were taught respect and to never shoot a man in the back. Most were blessed with virtue that can never be bought or learned through formal training.
I'd like you to meet my latest cowboy...Duke McGraw.
buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Second-Cowboy-Chance-Series-ebook/dp/B00DLC46AE/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374935159&sr=1-3&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver
“If
you don’t leave now, I won’t be held responsible for what happens!” Every
muscle in his body tensed.
“What
are you talking about?”
Logical
reasoning gone, he grabbed her hips and dragged her against his body. “Don’t
say I didn’t warn you,” he whispered as he dropped his mouth to hers. He
pressed his lips against her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and tasting
her sweetness. Every nerve ending, every cell, charged alive. He was consumed
with heat and need. If he didn’t gather himself, he’d lose control.
He
started to pull away, but her arms looped around his neck and a moan escaped
her, erasing any possibility that this would end without fulfillment. He’d
suffer the consequences later, for now he wanted to fall into the madness and
the unyielding connection that drew them together.
Her
fingers dropped to his waist and undid the button. At the same time, he slid
his hands down her slender body, to the hem of her shorts and smoothed his
palms across her silken thighs. In one swift move, he lifted her until her legs
were wrapped around his hips. He took two steps to the bed and lowered her,
keeping their bodies entwined. He laid down on top of her.
He
lifted his head and looked down into her bright eyes. “Tell me to stop, and I
will.” His words came out on a long breath.
The
tip of her tongue swept out and moistened her bottom lip. “Stop now and I shall
burn and disintegrate,” she whispered.
Lifting
himself up on his knees, he unfastened her shorts and removed them from her
body, her pink panties followed. The air left his lungs in bittersweet
yearning. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” He ran his palm along the slight curve
of her stomach and downward, running his fingers across the apex of her thighs.
Vanilla entwined with the scent of sweet pussy enveloped his senses. His cock
grew and he thought he’d burst.
She
must have read his thoughts. She unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his
hips, freeing his cock that stood full and erect. He helped by sliding them
further down his legs and gave them a toss. Her fingers wrapped around him, pumping
and milking, as her hips churned in invitation. Urgency washed over him. It’d
been long, too long, and he searched for control. Managing his breathing and
burying his face into her chest, he counted ten. When the tightness eased some,
he buried his finger knuckle deep inside her silken opening. “You’re fucking
hot.”
“I
want you, Duke!”
“Are
you taking something, baby?” he asked against her cheek. “Protection?”
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