COWBOY ROMANCE: Justin (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 1)

by Amanda Boone

  It’s hard to say how much of what transpired was due to the alcohol, but I’m sure it greased the wheels. I was minutes into greedily eating a masked Susie’s pussy when I realized that both Mac and Pablo were touching their cocks conspicuously under the surface of the water and eyeing the two of us hungrily. It also took me until then to realize how attractive they both were. Mac was a big, linebacker-type brother who sometimes served as BoneZone’s bodyguard. Pablo was Puerto Rican by birth and had been Brian’s best friend since grade school.

  I reached my hand back without pulling my face out of Susie’s muff, attempting to wrap my fingers around Mac’s cock as he was pumping away. Initially, I thought it was his wrist. It was thick enough that I couldn’t even get a complete grip on it. He registered initial surprise but allowed me to take over his stroke-job for him. He was uncut, and I loved running my fingers underneath his foreskin, circling his enormous head and tickling the spot right underneath. It caused him to squirm and moan.

  Sucking gently on her clit, I grabbed Susie’s hand with my free one and guided it to Pablo’s eager erection. Remembering that she had never done anything with a man, I guided her hand up and down his shaft at first. Pablo’s cock was smaller than Mac’s. It had a beautiful curve to it, one that promised to hit very special spots in a girl.

  We pushed the boys up on the sides of the tub. Needing no instruction or encouragement, Susie went straight for sucking on Pablo’s boomerang. She pulled his round head into her mouth and rubbed her tongue on the underside. The girl was a natural and had Pablo humming in no time.

  I struggled to fit much of Mac in my mouth, so I settled for sucking on key spots. I pumped his cock with the fingers of both hands interlaced. He also responded to having his substantial balls licked and sucked while I worked his shaft like a piston.

  Pablo pulled Susie close to him and turned her around, bending her over slightly. I caught her eyes to check if she was cool with everything, and she flashed me a devious, gleeful smile. Her grin distorted in pleasure as soon as she pushed herself down on his Latin dick. Her eyes closed and she panted as she bounced up and down, splashing water out of the tub.

  Seeing that this is where things were going, Mac turned me around, as Pablo had with Susie. He ran his hands up and down my ass and thighs, massaging me, which was therapeutic. I was nervous about taking his monster into my pretty pink pussy. He was gentle and slow, knowing that my hole was not totally ready to deal with that kind of stretch. Our patience was rewarded. As soon as my pussy finally opened to accommodate him, we both just stood still, soaking in the pleasurable sensations of filling and being filled. Soon enough, we could match Susie and Pablo’s rhythm. Suze and I even managed to kiss and play with one another’s nipples as we rode our respective cocks.

  Seeing our girl-on-girl action got Mac and Pablo especially hot, and it was obvious that they were getting ready to bust. I pulled myself off of Mac and encouraged Susie to dismount as well. We stood in the middle of the hot tub, with the boys on the rim. They jacked themselves off as we played with our tits and showed our eagerness.

  Mac was the first to nut. He roared as he climaxed and positioned himself to come on each of our faces. His jizz dripped out in long ropes, and he allowed it to fall into my mouth first before moving to Susie. She was waiting with her tongue out.

  We were barely done swallowing Mac’s load when Pablo moved in. He angled his curvature so that his head, glistening with cum, was pointing right at Suze’s mouth. He was a shooter, and his balls and ass tightened as he shot a cannon round of semen onto Susie’s smiling face. He blasted three or four times, alternating between Susie’s face and mine each time. When he was done squeezing out the last pearly drops, we each were plastered with his juices.

  While the guys caught their breath, my girl and I kissed the rest of the man-goo off each other’s face, careful not to miss a drop. We wouldn’t want any to get in the hot tub and make a mess, would we?

  Chapter 5

  Susie and I were laying out on the veranda in just our towels when Brian approached us.

  “I need to talk to you girls. Now.” He had bass in his voice, and despite myself, I was intimidated. The financial opportunity he was offering was something I didn’t want to ruin. Also, though my recent actions might have shown otherwise, I was finding myself more and more attracted to him. Years of telling myself I didn’t need a man and then Brian—one who has his shit together, one who is intelligent and ambitious, one who looks good—comes along and has me second-guessing.

  He must have seen us in the hot tub.

  Trailing behind me as I followed Brian into the house, Susie looked like a punished puppy. I worried that her sexual awakening may come to an abrupt close if someone were to rub her nose in it, as it were. Within 48 hours, she had gone from a virgin afraid of her own vulva to a video-hoe having group sex in a rapper’s hot tub. That kind of acceleration can’t be sustainable, I thought.

  Brian led us into a well-furnished video-editing room with multiple HD screens and a couple couches. He sat in an office chair in front of the monitors, and we moved to sit on one of the couches.

  “You’re wet,” he said. “You can’t sit on those. Give me your towels, and just stand where you are. I don’t need you dripping all over.” We both cast our eyes down as we peeled off our towels, returning to nakedness. I couldn’t help but notice that Suze’s nipples were firm. She was shivering, either out of cold or nervousness. I moved to put my arm around her.

  Saying nothing more, Brian started the video. It was definitely the four of us in the hot tub. It was perfectly framed and even had sound. Was it a set up? I moved from guilt to resentment at having been tricked. The more I watched, though, the more the feelings from the hot tub returned to me. I found myself feeling very sexy again. It didn’t hurt that I was getting a better look at my naked body, from more angles, than I ever had. As odd as it might sound, I was turned on looking at myself. The others looked amazing too. I wasn’t sure what BoneZone’s angle was here. In an effort to be sure Susie was doing OK, and also to feed the urges I was experiencing, I moved my hand from her shoulder to her ass and gave it a meaningful squeeze. She returned the favor. She was OK after all. More than OK.

  “I knew I chose well when I talked to you, Kara. We wanted this video to cause controversy, right ladies? This is going to be on every celebrity news blog when it ‘leaks.’ My video, my song, both are going to be famous before we even release them. As for you two: if you want it, this can be a career-making move for you both. It happened for Paris. It happened for Kim. It can happen for both of you. All I have to do is include your names in the leak. My offer remains: I’ll pay for school, for both of you. However, this leak means that you both are going to be famous, overnight if things go as planned. Do you want that? Are you prepared for that?”

  Two simultaneous butt squeezes indicated our interest to one another before we both nodded enthusiastically, stifling giggles of excitement.

  “I’m glad you’re on board. We only need one more shot to seal the deal. Nobody knows you two yet, and my boys are only famous because I am. You know what you have to do.” I had been hoping our conversation would lead this way. I suspected it would when I noticed the growing tent in his shorts ever since he started showing us the video. Wasting no time, as if we’d planned it, Susie and I both moved to our knees and began kissing the warm, pronounced bulge Brian was sporting. With one hand on each of our heads, he ran his fingers through our hair while we undid his belt and zipper.

  His plum of a head was already peeking through his boxers when we pulled his shorts down, hinting at the beautiful cock that lay beneath. Disrobing him from the waist down, we marveled at his mouth-watering cock as he took off the rest of his gear. His dick seemed sculpted, the perfect size and thickness, with gorgeous veins running around like spiral staircases. His purple head throbbed with his pulse, blushing with heat in sync with my own pulsing pussy, which I lay over his face at his beckoning. He got to w
ork immediately, lapping at my moist lips while he held his camera phone in one hand, alternating between focusing on the wonderful work he was doing and on Miss Tai. She was starting the enviable job of licking his magnificent shaft, which was already glistening with precum.

  I sat on Brian’s handsome face, facing Susie and huffing with pleasure as he ran his tongue through the crevices of my pussy lips and asshole. It got me hot to watch Susie go to work on his fat dick. I could feel my juices getting all over Brian’s face as he slurped greedily on my clit.

  Suze eventually let the ache in her pussy do the talking, and she held his cock against his stomach. She slid her clit along the length of it several times, building her own desire. She finally righted his manhood and slid, gradually, down until she managed to fit him all inside. The satisfaction on her face spoke volumes as Brian moaned with pleasure into my bush. She slowly rode his fat dick while he continued making me feel like a woman. I sucked on Susie’s perky chocolate nipples. My tongue flicking combined with the pressures of his cock on all of her most sensitive spots put Susie over the edge fast, and she picked up her pace, bouncing feverishly before collapsing into my arms, whispering, “You’ve got to try that.”

  Recognizing that Susie’s pussy was too sensitive for direct stimulation, Brian opted to eat her ass while I maneuvered his glorious shaft into my love hole. He stretched my walls and, handing Susie the phone, grabbed my fat ass with both hands. He smacked it and spread my cheeks. I could feel my asshole wink with joy with each thrust he made. Suze sucked on my tits and ran fingers in circles around my clit as I bounced on Brian’s rod. Even though his face was happily buried in Susie’s lovely ass, I could tell by his breathing and contortions that he was resisting the urge to blow his load. It had obviously been growing and building until it was almost too much to bear. The video of our foursome was on loop in the background. The image of Mac and Pablo busting on our faces joined forces with Brian’s swelling, throbbing cock to push me past my limit. I shouted as my pelvic muscles flexed rhythmically, squeezing BoneZone’s shaft, milking it, urging it to let loose.

  Instead he pulled out, and Suze and I instinctively moved to his bulging dick, kissing and sucking his slick head. We took turns bringing the tip into our mouths and licking his shaft. We kissed each other with his cock in between, running our tongues all around the crown of his dick, imploring his balls to be generous. His toes curled and his hips shook as he erupted, finally, and blasted his load into our kissing mouths. We kissed and licked as his come coated our lips and dripped down our chins. We finally moved to kissing his still-pulsing cock, and then his chest, before we all finished, panting in a three-way embrace.

  Chapter 6

  In December, after performing for months at any BoneZone concert that didn’t interfere with my school schedule, I received a text from Brian. He had received Grammy nominations for Best Rap Song and Best Music Video. While I knew the song was nominated on its own merits, I liked to think that Susie and I had something to do with the video’s acclaim. I’m sure that the publicity we all received from the “leak” at least put it on the radar of the judges, not to mention earning us daily interview requests and magazine cover offers. Suze (Miss Tai to the public) and I agreed that school was still a priority, even if it was just something to fall back on, as it was for Brian. For the time being, though, we were soaking up the limelight and enjoying the attention we learned to love when working at the club.

  The day after Brian’s text, Susie and I received official invitations to the Grammy awards. For a couple women famous for being naked, the only problem was figuring out what to wear on the red carpet.

  THE END

  Billionaire Seduction: Obsession

  A Billionaire Romance

  Billionaire Seduction

  Obsession

  Raine pulled the battered old Ford F150 to the side of the road, which led down into the heart of Crutch Junction, the town she had grown up in. ’Dust from the Ford’s tires blew across the landscape, clouding her vision of the place.

  “What the hell have I done to end up back here?” asked the long-haired troll figurine, which sat lopsidedly in the middle of the dashboard. Silent as usual, the troll looked back at Raine as if to say, “You messed up. You missed the biggest pair of clues in your journalistic career, obvious clues which anyone else would have spotted. Oh, yeah and your mom’s dying. ’There’s that too.”

  Raine took a deep breath in and let it slowly out. She had spent the majority of her high-school years trying to get away from this place, and it had dragged her back like raw sewage on the tide.

  “Let’s get this over with, then,” she said to the troll, who shook as if palsied when the truck moved off again.

  Raine was shocked at the changes the town had undergone in the six years she had been gone. Many of the stores she remembered from her teenage years were either boarded up, had changed hands or been bought out by faceless multinational companies. The Baptist church, whitewashed clapboard with a green metal roof, was overgrown with weeds and scrub roses. The movie theater, where Raine had her first kiss with Steven Argent, who was a year older than her, was closed and boarded up. The old sign above the entrance had missing letters and now read ‘Last Night Before Closing – Inception.’

  Raine steered along the deserted streets as the morning sun began getting uncomfortable as the heat warmed her skin. She drove past the family-owned gas station in the middle of town. It was called ‘Crutch Junction Gas and '’Store. ‘’Raine slowed as she passed the place, which had no pumps gracing its forecourt, She observed the smoke damage to the place, which marred the whitewashed building and was a vivid reminder that someone had set it on fire. Farther down Main Street, graffiti graced many of the buildings and even some of the stores, which claimed to be open but had boarded up windows.

  “Hell, what a crap hole,” Raine said to herself.

  Raine sped up, passing the residential areas in a blur of bleached, sandy colors, all normal for this part of Texas. According to her mother, the only gym in town was in the Paradise Hotel at the far end of town. Three days of sitting and listening to her mother’s opinions on which of her neighbors was having an affair with which other neighbor had driven Raine to the point where she had to get out.

  “What do you want a gym for?” Her mom had asked that very morning in response to her daughter’s query. “You’ve always been a chunky girl, and you always will be.”

  Raine had smiled, remembering another reason she so hated being there. “Thanks, mom. Thanks for that,” she had replied.

  Her mom had looked at her as if she was insane. “Well, it’s true!” she exclaimed. “You take after me in that department. We Daniels women have got child-bearing hips and bottoms to match.”

  Raine groaned at the memory. Please God, don’t let me end up like my mother, Raine thought. And that expression, child-bearing hips! What the hell does having wide hips have to do with giving birth? If having big hips is a prerequisite for having children then Victoria Beckham must have made some kind of deal with Satan to get her kids. Raine’s train of thought was interrupted by her apparent arrival at the Paradise Hotel.

  “Paradise?” She asked the taciturn troll. “Looks more like the set of a bad Star Trek episode.”

  Even though the Paradise Hotel sat on a large plot of land, much of it had turned into scrub. There were no signs of the irrigated, manicured lawns and gardens Raine expected. While there was an array of different buildings on the site, including what looked like a swimming pool, they all had a thick layer of dust on the windows and peeling paint on the fire escape staircases.

  Raine pulled into the parking lot, pulling her aging truck up next to a gleaming, black car she couldn’t identify. It looked like something out of a black and white film shown on TCM, trimmed in chrome and sporting whitewall tires.

  Stepping out of the pickup was like standing in a blast furnace, and Raine almost ran to the smeared double doors at the entrance. The foyer had gr
een carpet with gold squares in it and cream coated the walls. The light fittings were of a fake gold that matched the flooring. Cool air poured from the rattling air conditioner unit. there was a large, wooden reception desk at which sat a wraith-like, bored-looking Hispanic man flicking through a magazine.

  “We’re closed,” the receptionist told her, not even bothering to look away from his reading. His effeminate and nasal voice had more than a trace of an accent, and Raine watched as he swung one crossed leg up and down, making his whole body move.

  “Really?” she asked. “I didn’t see a sign out front.”

  “No. I’m telling you now. We’re closed.”

  “Still, I can use the gym...” Raine trailed off as Mr. Receptionist looked at her from the corner of his eye and gave her a skeptical look.

  “What?” she demanded.

  “Look, honey, there ain’t nothing in that gym which can help someone like you.” He actually waved his index finger in front of her and dipped his head from side to side.

  “Someone like me?” Raine demanded crossly.

  “Yeah, baby. You pretty and all, but you got junk in your trunk that U-Haul couldn’t shift.” His accent made you sound like joo, and Raine had had enough of being insulted by this little fool.

  “Here’s how it goes,” Raine spat, pulling out her press card and flashing it before his eyes, “I’m going to go and find the gym. If you try and stop me, I’ll...”

  “Write me to death?” he sneered. “This whole complex has been reserved, so you can just turn around and haul ass.”

  “Whatever, Ru Paul,” she said, turning to walk through one of the matching doors to either end of reception. She heard him screeching behind her but decided to ignore him and see what happened. Raine had definitely made the right choice, passing a large dining hall, bar and the pool, all of which were eerily dark and silent. When she reached the gym, she found it remarkably well lit, if quite small. There were just two treadmills, one set of weights, a couple of cross-trainers and a rowing machine. It was abandoned, so she stepped inside.