Free Cowboy's Special Lust by Janice Lux Page A

my body, but pleasure quickly
extinguished it as he slowly pulled out and pushed himself back in.
     
    “Oh
FUCK, baby,” I groaned, eyes closed and quickly losing all of my senses but
pleasure.
    He
thrust slowly only once more before speeding it up, his cock filling me up
completely. I bucked as he started to spank me, starting lightly and gently and
increasing the force with each thrust, ass straight up in the air.
     
    He
started to moan as he pounded into me, my walls tightening around him now.
Goddamn he was so fucking big! He grabbed me by the throat and squeezed tight
now, my orgasm rising quickly to the surface.
     
    Just
as I thought I’d lose control, he paused, pulled out, and flipped me over
effortlessly so I was looking up at him right into his gorgeous blue eyes. He
sank into me once more, not breaking eye contact as he pressed himself onto me,
stretching me to the max now. I only lasted a few thrusts before all my control
disappeared.
     
    I
screamed and unloaded my juices onto him as he pushed his hot cock into me one
last time, deeper than ever before. He gave a shout just after I did, and I
felt his cock contract as he came inside me, the white hot jet hitting all of
my pleasure spots. I bucked again as he finished pumping his load into me, my
body begging for as much as possible.
     
    When
it was all over, he pulled out and sank onto the carpet. I could tell he was
almost exhausted as I was, but goddamn what an incredible first time.
     
    “Holy
shit, baby. I didn’t realize how tight a virgin was gonna be. That was
amazing,” he said, the sly grin back on his face…
     
    KNOCK
KNOCK KNOCK.
     
    “Excuse
me miss? You asked me to come get you at 6 o’clock.”
     
    It
had just been a stupid dream. Figures.
     
    I
sat up straight, blinking rapidly, trying to remember where I was. You’re in
your hotel room in Vegas, Sarah, and you have to work tonight. Now get your ass
out of bed! I had no idea how much time I’d wasted dreaming about a
handsome cowboy fucking me, but I needed to forget about it and focus on what I
had to do.
     
    I
got up, got dressed, and stepped out of my hotel room, into the cool desert
air, drinking in the sights and smells of the Vegas strip. Ah Vegas. Entertainment
capital of the world. Best known for shopping, casinos, and nightlife. And of course,
rampant debauchery. My new home.
     
    I
had always been extremely lucky when it came to poker. I’d win hand after hand
and really rake in the money. I don’t know what it was, but I was just really
good at being able to tell when I was supposed to bet or fold. I really knew
how to play. I became so accustomed to winning that I made my living in the
local casino back home on the east coast.
     
    Each
week I’d head over to the casino and win some more money for that week. I won
so much that I was surprised no one had talked to me about the possibility of counting
cards. Not that I could ever take the time to do that.
     
    But
there was one part of my life where I wasn’t so lucky. And that was with the
guys. I had always had problems trying to get guys to be with me. All
throughout high school and college I’d try to get guys’ phone numbers or get
them to go on dates with me. And I always got turned down.
     
    I’ve
always been a very shy girl so I figured that was probably the problem. Most
guys back home liked hot, confident girls, not scared girls like me. After a
period of time in college with lots of hurt feelings and rejections, I finally
gave up on the guys. I desperately wanted to lose my virginity, but I knew
there was a better chance of winning a million bucks at the casino. It wasn’t
as though I was even ugly or gross or anything, I was just really stupidly shy.
     
    So
I dedicated myself to winning it big at poker. It was my outlet in life and it
worked really well for me. Also, I figured if I could get lucky enough to win
it big, I may one day get lucky enough to be with a man who’d be right for me.
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