Ride A Cowboy: Romance Novel

by Jamila Jasper

  She obeyed. Steel could make her forget everything in a moment. She loved it. She loved how he could command her. How small she felt next to him, so exposed but so utterly safe…

  Steel folded her in his arms, turning her around so her ass was pressed against the hard length of his erection. He rubbed it between her cheeks, letting her feel it. “Mmm,” he murmured in her hair. “I thought you’d left.”

  “Nuh-uh,” she whispered, smiling. She forgot everything from before- it felt so good to be in Steel’s arms, inhaling his wonderful manly scent, feeling his heat against her...

  He spun her back around to face him. A wicked smile played across his lips. Aja felt a flare of unease.

  “Remember what I said?” Steel murmured. One hand cupped her chin firmly, pulling her gaze up to meet his.

  “Huh?” She replied, puzzled.

  One arm held her fast, pinning her arms to her side. His other hand crept under the hem of her nightshirt. He skimmed a finger through her pussy lips; Aja gasped. His gaze never broke from hers. He was delving in her pussy, bringing out her cream with two fingers. One finger began to lightly circle the rim of her most secret entrance...

  “I said,” Steel said, putting his lips against her ear. “I’d be taking your asshole next. You’ve never been taken in the ass, have you, Aja?”

  Aja felt her legs turn to water. Her stomach was fluttering. Did he mean it? Was she ready to take him…?

  “Answer me,” he commanded softly. One finger started to push into her asshole, wet with her pussy cream. She whimpered.

  “N-no,” she whispered. It felt...so good. It felt so good.

  “Good,” Steel said. “I can tell. You’re gonna be tight as a virgin.”

  He began to finger-fuck her asshole, still holding her pinned to his body. He could feel her breasts heavy and peaky with desire. It would be so easy to turn her over this bed right now, and just slide into her pussy. Steel admitted it was one of his favorite positions. He liked having Aja bent over, arched on his dick, where he could watch her ass bounce from the best view of all.

  But this wasn’t the place. He slid his finger from her anal passage. “Go upstairs, babygirl. Undress, ” he whispered. “Don’t make me wait.”

  Aja did as she was told. When Steel joined her in the bedroom she was nude. Ready for him.

  “On your knees,” he murmured softly. Aja complied. A bead of precum was leaking from the tip of his tumescent pole. She tasted his salty sweetness, the musky odor of his groin filling her nose. Steel was a big man, not overly long but very girthy. She stretched her lips to accommodate his meaty staff, feeling him thrust past her tongue to the back of the throat. Steel liked to hold her head steady as he pumped her mouth. Her mouth was like another pussy for him to use at his pleasure, and Aja could somehow take him all down her throat, a feat which drove him insane. As he pumped in and out of her mouth, he appreciated how full her lips were, how they slobbered and gagged on his cock so beautifully, the way a woman’s lips were meant to. He liked her to suck on his balls- almost as much as he liked cumming down her throat. Sometimes he liked to grab her hair and just plow into the back of her mouth until his balls were empty and aching. Maybe another time, he thought idly. He had other holes he wanted to try.

  “Turn around,” he commanded. She bent over the edge of the bed. Aja’s eyes were round with anticipation- maybe a little apprehensive, too. Steel reminded himself that this was her first time. As badly as he wanted to pummel her tiny brown asshole with no reservations, he had to remember she had never done this before…

  “Spread your pussy for me, babygirl,” he said, slapping her ass. Hard. “Let me see.” Aja squealed and did so. She was creamy all over. It was dripping down her thighs. ​

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  “You like sucking my dick?” He murmured, plying her pussy again for the cream. Aja’s pussy was the wettest Steel had ever fucked. It was heaven. He liked cumming inside her and watching their mixed juices leak out of her pussy.

  “Tell me.” He pumped her with his fingers. God. Even just plowing her with her fingers, he could tell how tight she was. Her pussy could suck him dry for every drop of cum he had. Steel had planned to take her asshole first, but with so much cream filling up her pussy, it would be a waste not to dip his cock in it.

  “I like...uh..”

  “Like what? Getting on your knees? Sucking my cock?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered. He slid just the tip of his cock into her as a reward. Her wetness was overwhelming. Already he wanted to shoot his load.

  “But you like when I fuck you more,” he said. Aja was trying to angle her hips, get more of his cock inside her. Greedy girl. He held her firmly in place.

  “You’ll get enough of that when I fuck you in the ass,” he said. She was practically fighting to take his dick. Her pussy was tighter than ever but she wanted to fit it in, she wanted him to fill her up. Hard to believe such a good girl could be so cock hungry. “Be patient baby.”

  Aja groaned. “Please...uh. Please,” she whimpered.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, sir.”

  “Please fuck you more?”

  “Yes..Yes!”

  He could see her asshole tensing as he plumbed her pussy with his thick tool. He couldn’t wait to ravage it. Her slick, swollen lips rode his dick until she was crying out in pleasure. Steel grunted. Fuck. He shot rope after rope of cum straight into her womb. Hearing her cry out in orgasm drove him even further. He pulled out of her and was still hard as iron. Perfect.

  “Your ass is next,” he told her.

  “Yes, sir,” Aja breathed. He patted her ass, pleased with her eagerness. They moved up on the bed and Aja laid flat on her stomach. “Good girl. Spread it open for me again baby. Let me see it.”

  Aja’s asshole was little and tight. He worked a finger in her pussy, then used to juices to probe her asshole open. She would fit all of him- she had to. It would be her first ass-fucking, but she’d enjoy it.

  Aja was nervous at first but his finger felt amazing. She couldn’t believe she was doing it in her most secret hole. Once the head of Steel’s cock began to push at her tight entrance, she only had to breathe and relax. He fit the head past. He used their juices to lubricate him and slide in easier. The tightness of her asshole drove him mad, but he wanted her to feel good too.

  Slowly, achingly slowly, he began to plow her asshole. The brown cherry took him all the way to the balls. She was soft and tight and pliable. Aja, for her part, could hardly believe Steel was invading such a forbidden hole. And she was loving it. She loved the way his balls slapped against her ass, the way his invading cock stimulated her most sensitive parts.

  He reached under her to rub a thumb on her clit, which was already at full attention. His thrusting made her enormous buttocks bounce. What made him so crazy was the fact that Aja was in fact a good girl- a good girl, getting her ass fucked in his bed. Her brown skin contrasted against his dick nicely, emphasizing the way they were joined. Steel imagined her in a hundred different positions, each one with his thick pole up her asshole, reminding her that every hole was his to use and cum inside. He’d taken her mouth and her pussy, and now her ass. He was sodomizing her, and she was loving it. Her cries turned to pants and gasps as he punished her clit and pushed her to the brink of orgasm.

  “Steel! Cum in me, cum in my asshole, please…”

  Steel could take it no longer. He grabbed her waist and began to fuck her asshole in earnest, sawing in and out of her pleasurable hole. Aja couldn’t be any tighter. He spewed his load inside her tush, grunting, watching her juicy brown ass bounce on his cock to take every last drop. Aja didn’t waste any cum. He withdrew and had her hold her ass open for his pleasure, as he watched his seed leak from her ass and pussy at the same time. She had been well-used.

  “Good girl,” he groaned. “That’s my girl.”

  He pulled her into his arms. He couldn’t believe she’d done so well, taking all of him into that t
iny asshole of hers. They were both exhausted. Aja pushed her face into his chest, trembling from a lingering orgasm.

  Her phone rang.

  It was the Sheriff.

  Steel felt anger rise up in him, along with, unbelievably, his erection. “Pick it up,” he said.

  Aja looked at him, and back at the phone, hesitating.

  “Pick it up, babe.”

  She did, and he slid his throbbing cock into her asshole again as soon as she answered. This time he didn’t go slow. He fucked her hard, wanting her to reach the heights of pleasure.

  “Ahh...Ahh...Hello?” She gasped. She reached a hand under to play with her clit again. Steel grinned.

  “Aja? Is that you?” Snapped the Sheriff.

  “Shit...yeah, it is. What...uhhnn….what do you want?”

  “Tell him,” Steel said wickedly, leaning over to whisper in her ear. He might have whispered a little too loud. “Tell him you’re getting fucked in the ass.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” Joe spat. “You damn slut. Where were you the other night?”

  “Hey Joe?” said Aja.

  “What?”

  “Leave me the hell alone. I’m busy.”

  She laughed in surprise at herself, and hung up the phone. Steel tossed it on the other side of the bed and came again into her ass- not as hard as before, but it shook them both to the core. He felt his love for Aja beating through every vein in his body. God, the girl had a wicked sense of humor, one that came out in the strangest ways.

  “God, woman,” he gasped, half in laughter, half in exhaustion.

  “What?” Aja said, clutching her sides. She could feel Steel’s seed gushing out of her. The feeling of his dick inside her lingered. She felt happy. Who cared about the Sheriff?

  “I love you. You’re one in a million.”

  “I love you too,” Aja sighed, wiping tears from her eyes. She couldn’t remember feeling so blessed, and so blissful and protected, in a long time. She had a man who loved her, and a man she loved right back.

  And maybe, she thought secretly, as she stroked Steel’s velvety curls, she was one step closer to unlocking the mystery of Fiona Tucker’s Will.

  ***

  “Shit,” swore Daniel Robinson. It was high afternoon. The sun was beating down on his neck, and trails of sweat crawled down his spine like insects. His T-shirt stuck fast to his torso.

  Daniel was swearing not because of the heat, but because of the brown pickup truck that had just pulled into the parking lot.

  The boys were on the border between the two counties, by the Fell’s bridge. It was only a couple miles from their place. The Robinson boys were used to walking.

  “Travis,” he muttered. “Tell me you ain’t pull some crap over in Washitaw.”

  “Why?” asked his brother, looking up from his phone. His eyes fell on the truck, and widened. “Aw hell.”

  “Let’s go,” said Daniel urgently.

  Travis stood up, fists clenched. “I ain’t scared of him.”

  “You think I care? Let’s go!” Daniel barked at his brother.

  The door to the truck opened and three men got out. They wore camouflage jackets, even in the heat, aviator sunglasses, and baseball caps. One had a rifle slung across his shoulder. He was tall, with curly brown hair and an all-too familiar sneer.

  Travis saw the rifle and the man holding it. A thrill of fear flared in his throat. The men were talking casually to each other outside the truck, but Daniel knew it was a power play; they wanted to see if the boys would run.

  “Run,” he told Travis. “I think that’s Dean Murphy.”

  Travis looked from his brother to the men. “We can’t outrun ‘em, Danny.”

  “Then start walking,” said Daniel. He pulled his younger brother’s arm. Travis followed. The boys moved as fast as they could without running. The men saw them and laughed. They made no move towards them, but Daniel wasn’t taking any chances.

  He fumbled for his phone. It was out of battery- dead.

  “Travis,” he said frantically. “Gimme your phone.”

  “Who you gonna call?” said Travis. Daniel had always been the most level-headed of his brothers; it scared him to hear the fear in his voice.

  “I’m gonna call the ghostbusters,” he snapped. “Mr. Gray, obviously.”

  “Call Aja,” Travis said. Daniel ignored him and dialed Steel’s number, thanking God for the umpteenth time that his memory was so powerful. He knew all the numbers in his phone by heart.

  Steel picked up on the third ring. “Hey kid.”

  “Come get us,” Daniel said quickly. “We’re in trouble.”

  Steel was immediately in military mode. “Where are you?”

  “Fell’s Point,” Daniel said. “Oh hell. Travis. They’re getting in the truck.”

  “What color is the truck?”

  “Uh...brown. Rusty. Toyota ‘00, I think.”

  Travis cursed, pulling on Daniel’s sleeve. “Hang up and let’s go over the bridge.”

  “Daniel,” Steel said calmly from the other end. “Who is it? Who’s after you?”

  “Joe, Dean Murphy, and I don’t know the other guy.”

  “Stay on the phone,” Steel said. “I’m coming.”

  Travis snatched the phone away. “They’re driving towards us!”

  The two boys broke into a run.

  ***

  Steel and Aja had been in the garden. Steel was showing her his plans for a peach orchard- an idea that Carson had enthusiastically endorsed. They’d spent the rest of the morning discussing plans for the property, with Aja dropping hints that she wanted him to help her with some landscaping around hers. They’d been feeling light and happy, enjoying each other’s company. Aja expected that her brothers would be out all day. She’d checked in on all of them just a couple hours ago. Drew and Grandpa Buck were home watching TV. And Travis was out with Daniel- which meant he was staying out of trouble.

  Or so she’d thought.

  Steel was already halfway to the car by the time Daniel hung up, and Aja close behind. She was frantic with worry, but as always, she kept it under a tight seal of calm.

  “Dean Murphy?” Steel asked. “Billy and Steve’s friend?”

  “He’s a piece of work,” Aja said bitterly. Her voice trembled. She wished Steel could go faster, pedal to the floor, though they were a good fifteen miles above the speed limit. They were still five minutes away. Anything could happen in five minutes. Especially where Joe Snell and Dean Murphy were concerned. “A real slimy guy.”

  “Explain,” said Steel, grabbing her hand. She had been tapping her fingers on her thigh frantically.

  “A couple years ago- like I’m talking, six or seven- there was some incident in Washitaw,” Aja explained. “A Mexican kid turned up in the river. Wrapped in barbed wire.” She shut her eyes tightly. She couldn’t think about that. Everything would be fine.

  “Jesus God,” Steel swore.

  “They never found out who did it,” Aja told him. “But you know, Boyd’s small, and Washitaw isn’t that much bigger. There were rumors…”

  “What rumors?”

  “That Joe helped cover it up. And that Dean Murphy did it.”

  “Help me understand,” Steel said. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He remembered watching Dean Murphy play cards with the men at the Birdcage, all those months ago. He’d seemed like an irritable but genuinely decent fellow. It was hard to reconcile that image with the gruesome story Aja was telling him. That poor kid..

  “Why?” Steel asked. But he knew, from years’ experience, that sometimes there didn’t have to be a why. Sometimes people didn’t need a reason.

  “They said the kid cussed at him,” Aja said shakily, thinking of Travis’ foul mouth and lack of filter. She’d been telling him for ages. Stand your ground, but be respectful. You don’t want to give people ‘round here a reason. “But they also said he tried to steal from Dean Murphy. Something about drugs. Murphy’s a sensitive guy.
But I don’t know. It was...it was hard to get the truth.” She was breathing slowly and deeply, but her legs were completely numb and she felt on the verge of tears.

  “Why would they be targeting your brothers?” Steel asked. They were minutes away.

  “Travis was messin’ with Dean Murphy’s daughter,” Aja said. “That’s gotta be the reason. God damn it.”

  “We’ll find them,” Steel promised her. “We’re almost there.”

  “Please, Steel,” Aja whispered. She put her head in her hands. Would they get there in time? If something happened to her brothers, she’d never forgive herself.